As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, Steve and I have spent a lot of time trying to pack 45 years of life into phone calls and face to face meetings. I am a changed person and I smile a lot now. It's unbelievable what something like this can do for a grumpy old guy and I'm really looking forward to spending more time with him in the outdoors.
I also thought that I should let you guys know that I was hacked on Facebook yesterday and I'm not sure yet how extensive it was. I thought it was caught pretty quickly but if you get nasty emails about nude women, cats, pictures of Hillary or anything other than fly fishing...well, it probably isn't from me. Meanwhile I'm still trying to get my computer working properly and looking forward to some of those nasty emails. 😜
Oh yeah, and that birds of a feather thing in the title. I've always liked birds but our friend Walt at Rivertop Rambles helped give me a new appreciation. They are one of God's blessings to us and I've spent some time following them around my house with my camera. I live in an open area where there is a lot of water and therefore a lot of different birds. To me, birds are a symbol of life which just fits for me right now. Well, except the Woody Woodpecker that has been pecking at my house for the last month. He's a symbol of a bird that's going to get shot if he doesn't move along soon. (Just kidding. Woodpeckers are federally protected and I would never kill a protected bird. Are you listening Uncle Sam?)