Foto Friday - What's behind door number one?

I've been sitting in front of my computer for what seems like hours,

maybe it has been. I almost didn't do a foto Friday today, not because

I didn't take a gazillion photos this week,

but I'm just feeling a bit unmotivated . . .

 . . .  yesterday I met my dear friend for coffee, something we do often,

sharing feelings and thoughts without the fear of judgement. Lifting each other up when

we fall, and of course laughter - much laughter and lots of silliness.

But this time when we said good-by it was different, it was hard.

She is starting a new chapter in her life, almost 1200 miles away.

I need a tissue please . . . wait, I'll take the box.

 But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859

  

After coffee, I took myself and my pocket full of quarters to the place where

on the bay they have machines with food to feed the fish, only the birds seem to quite fancy

it as well. And really, it's just dog food kibbles. The last time I was there, I noticed

that when everyone walked away the birds would go to the doors of the machines, lift them up

the let go and do this several times until they could hear a piece dislodge and viola, lunch!

 

It took a little while, but I started earning some trust with them. I would get a handful of food and

take one piece and let them see it and I would then place it behind the door and wait. There are three machines in a row and I would switch it up so that I knew they were purposely following what

I was doing. Soon enough they were lifting the door for their prize, and standing in line!

 

 

{Linking this with La-La's home daycare - theme, machines}

So then, I decided to try something a little different. How much could I get them to trust me?

Another quarter, another handful of food. I held out my hand with the camera in the other and waited.

And waited. And then finally one brave enough to take some from my hand.

At first they would do a fly by and then a take and run . . .

 . . . and then brave enough to land on my hand and just eat straight from it!

If I could grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals . . . and they could

squeak and squawk and speak and talk to us! Well, it's a good start.

And then what better place to lift the spirits . . . but a place with flowers.

And it seems no matter where I go lately, there will be a lizard that just shows up? In fact,

on our walk last weekend the hubs spotted a teeny tiny one on the ground - I bent over and put my hand down, and instead of running away, he just walked onto my hand! If things start showing up in pairs,

I might start to worry.

{Linking this with favorite photo of the week , This and That Thursday ,

Photo Art Friday, and fabulous friday}

A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth.

The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water.

Even so, life is but an endless series of little details,

actions, speeches and thoughts.

And the consequences whether good or bad

of even the least of them are far-reaching.

Sivananda

Lois, thanks for being there for part of the series.

And if you're reading this, I miss you to the moon and back already!

Have a fabulous weekend!

Love, Kim

XO

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