Waiting on Vermi

The first bird to buzz me here in the new yard was a red bird I later identified as a vermilion flycatcher. I consider him to be my oldest friend here in the new neighborhood. Bug eating birds are always the first to catch on to new gardening projects. Old Vermi can hound me with the spirit of a house dog on the subject of the good eats my rakes and hoes scratch up.

But he sure is camera shy. He reacts like an old geezer when I have my camera around my neck. I think he even recognizes the camera bag.

Among the moments he has been flirting with me is while I am smoking and tapping on the little black plastic thingy. What we call a touchpad...

I sit now, pretending absorption in the screen with the evil camera sorta kinda hidden behind it, burning the insence he seems to like.

Here Vermi, Vermi, Vermi...

What better moment for familius interuptus?

Sigh.

Guess my summoning incantation could use some work.