I know. I know. Another bloody bird photo.
Can I just say it is not my fault? I try to take a photo of something that reminds me of what was unique or special or stuck in my mind that day. But today I was expressly forbidden from taking my camera out at that ah ha moment. Forbidden on threat of death.
So instead you get a pretty, colourful bright young bird. If all else fails, settle for a metaphor even if it is a bit tired.
You see today Theatre Boy and his mate when to lunch and the movies with two girls they met at a dance. It was not, I have been told repeatedly, a date. Just a group of friends going out. As you do. But this is new territory for me. One step closer to the young one flying the nest (see what I did there? Another metaphor. I thought I'd better point it out because it was so subtle you might miss is).
I know no other details (anyone would think my son might be scared I'd blog about it if he said anything. What me? Noooo. I wouldn't stick my beak in where it wasn't wanted).
So there you have it. A bird in the tree and a mother who might just be allowed to live to blog another day. If there's no post tomorrow you'll know why.