Anne's Yellow Bird, Tlalpan, Mexico 2007
A rather wobbly harbinger for spring?
I hate caged birds. At worst seeing them makes me cry. Actual tears. At best I just feel monumentally depressed. But this little guy had a voice on him... a real belter. And from the moment I woke up to the moment I covered his cage with a cloth and then fell asleep myself, while he was present in our little clay house, he wouldn't let me forget him.
[Note to self: Buy a tabletop tripod before the next trip.]
