Mon and Monta just hanging around this evening.
I like this tree in my neighborhood. I happen to pass under it every week or so, and it seems to have different personalities in different seasons and at different times of the day.
They’ve started tearing down the house next to the one that was built last year, two doors down. Today it’s mostly hammering and banging and a lot of shouting. It’s already bad, but it’s just going to get worse. And after that’s done, comes the construction of the new house.
He likes to relax by putting his beak between my fingers and let me stroke his head.