Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Good morning, Wrizzlers. I got woken up a bit early as my blanket had come off of my feet and the temperature dropped down to 40! It took me a while to stretch and warm up enough to put everything together. As I was doing so, I heard the buzz of this guy's wings. This is the male, as you can see just a bit of the pink on his head. He took a quick bath and a drink before settling on that branch to clean his beak. I kept creeping closer, and at one point, he flew back down by the water getting barely two feet away from me as I told him, "Good morning." He flew around like that, darting here and there, not seeming to be afraid of me. It was truly magical....[[|:-)
