Dawn creeps up on Logan Circle. Yes, that’s an early bird pigeon perched on the good general’s hat.
In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, a photo by Suffering the Benz on Flickr.
Sydney in full flail. Now that Mully’s gone, he is looking for a new place to vent his aggression. There’s also a bit of spring fever lurking in there somewhere. With cockatoos, the line between love and hate is more blurred than a drunkard’s recollection of last night.
I took advantage of a gorgeous February Friday to walk down to the National Mall with Ozzy. He did great in the heavy pedestrian and vehicle traffic along 14th Street, but he was underwhelmed by the momuments, preferring to focus his attention on the fat dog-ignorant squirrels that were scurrying around in search of benevolent tourists.