Birds

Back in the sixties, or thereabouts, birds was a, non-derogatory, term for ladies but as I grow older and even more firmly embedded in my happy marriage I find my eye wandering to them less and less; even in the unlikely case that they should try to catch my eye.
In any case there is so much of interest to see in "real" birds that there is little time to view the unfeathered kind.
And since the feathered ones are so curious and like to investigate my camera, or that of Liam McCaffrey, I guess I might as well accept that the interest will always come from them in future, rather than the curvy kind.
But to be honest I find that the extra interest of birds can be a bit scary, there is a certain concern is seeing one of my farm ducks heading over to have a serious discussion with me. This is of course the main reason that we do not expand our range (presently two types of duck and two of chickens) and try swans as well. Having been informed as a child that they all belong to the Queen, and that they can break your arm with one wave of a wing, I am a shade nervous about them.
Consequently I do sometimes still try and seek out a resting bird of the human variety and see if I can get an interesting snapshot. It's never guaranteed, and this perhaps is one of the joys of photography.