The birds are busy, here in the backyard, from where I view the two worlds.
The virtual one, via my iMac and the real one, which is filled with green where, mainly the common myna birds took over the shrubs, some time ago.
Every so often, particularly the baby ones, come and look through my window, although they may be looking at their own reflection.
Yesterday, one of them, probably on his learner’s plates came crashing head-first into the glass.
Yes. I know about hanging something there to stop that happening!
(I went to look for the poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, about looking through his window, as a child and was surprised to see how many hits there were, with Google, for: Through my window.
For a brief moment, I had visions of people, all over the world, behind windows, like Princess Margaret, looking to see if Princess Diana had visitors…….