I feel so sorry for my sweet husband sometimes. This is a man who reads bird field guides like others read the stock reports. He participates each year in the Audubon Christmas Bird Count and is invited to go with the Pat Mayse Lake park ranger to ride in the boat to count the eagles. This man knows birds.
When we were snowed in on Monday, David took the screen off of our kitchen window and we sat our tripods in the sink with cameras attached to take pictures of the birds who visited our birdfeeder.
Here is why I feel sorry for David. I don't know the difference between a Junco and a Chickadee. And really, I don't care. I care about if they are pretty or not.
David rattles off their names and marks them in his book if they have never appeared in our back yard before or not. But I can tell you that we had so much fun sitting by the sink taking pictures and commenting on the antics of the different birds.
This is what I learned from our bird adventure. Cardinals are polite. All the birds clear out when the Bluejays arrive. They make room for the big boys who are the bullies in our backyard.
I loved the snow and I really enjoyed David's enthusiasm for the birds.
Hope you like my pretty pictures!
The Hagood family donated and dedicated a clock to Paris, Texas, on Sunday, January 30, 2011 at 2:00 pm. The clock was placed on the downtown square near the fountain. 
Boy, you never know when it is going to be your last time to take a picture of something. I had no idea when I took this picture of the sign at Mirabeau Square that it would be gone the next week.
James took a tumble today at the playground. Seven staples later he was ready for a burger at Jack-in-the Box!
Being from Texas I have not had much experience taking pictures of snow. It is really pretty silly that when it snows I usually run outside like a small child with my camera in hand to take pictures of that pretty white stufff on the ground.
I realize that I still can't take outstanding landscape images yet but I am beginning to see the light differently. 
I feel so sorry for my sweet husband sometimes. This is a man who reads bird field guides like others read the stock reports. He participates each year in the Audubon Christmas Bird Count and is invited to go with the Pat Mayse Lake park ranger to ride in the boat to count the eagles. This man knows birds.
This is what I learned from our bird adventure. Cardinals are polite. All the birds clear out when the Bluejays arrive. They make room for the big boys who are the bullies in our backyard.
For the past several years I have driven up and down the streets of Paris, Texas, taking pictures of snowmen. This year seems to have the least number of snowmen since I began taking these shots. My thought is that kids are staying in the house playing video games instead of going outside and playing in the snow.
