For as long as I can remember my father has been bird watching. When I was younger and we'd go on trips, I remember how many times we'd stop to look at birds. Clearly, it's rubbed off, and I have quite the obsession with them now.The last time I was in Sacramento, my Dad noticed that there was a mourning dove nest located in the tree by my Grandmother's apartment. So, he pulled out the step stool, his fancy telephoto lens, and tried to get the shot.
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i recall seeing many books and photos of birds in your old room in your dad's old den in what was once probably an old garage back in the olden days.
it's nice to know that someone derives so much pleasure from interest.
The whole house is filled with bird images, and mine is too! But I love them.
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