At the head of my bed is a window. Outside the window is a tree. In the tree are birds.
We. Must. Kill.
The above picture explains why I usually don’t let them sleep with me. See, birds get up early, and they have to stand on my head to get into that position.
Oh, by the way, Arthur is training Mingo to ride his shoulders.
Training in progress.
I keep hearing Cream in my head….. “Outside my window, is a tree…….”
Great shot of the Gang at the window….. 😉
I was thinking more The Wicker Man: “In that tree there was a bird…: