{141/366 | Texx} Be Still
If the swallow family that resides on our front porch are my brother coming home to me. Then this Big Guy is Grandpa. I know it sounds crazy. Crazy is what crazy does. My Grandpa loved birds. I remember being a little girl, standing at my Grandparent’s back window as he pointed out a gagillion different types of birds. His framed photos of cranes and other lovelies still adorn their walls.
Grandpa was a bear of a man. I remember his big hugs. This huge bird stands at least 3 feet tall and has about a six foot wingspan. I’ve seen it around the hood. Yesterday I was, finally, able to capture a shot. He’s a beauty. Love you & miss you Grandpa. I know you’re always here with me, and you’re in good company.