Did anyone else grow up watching Jimmy Stewart movies?
Because I grew up watching:
and other movies just like it.
Let me clue you in. Lovable Jimmy Stewart goes on a vacation, and part of the subplot is a thread about how he's DYING to birdwatch and see some great birds on vacation... but all he EVER seems to see is the same kind of (normal, everyday) bird...
The Barn Swallow.
So all throughout the movie, you hear him muttering in frustration, "Barn Swallow!" each and every time he sees a bird. The Barn Swallows. They're everywhere.
Which meant that, growing up, my parents would QUOTE this. We'd go somewhere, and see a pretty bird, and my mother would tell us all that it's probably a BARN SWALLOW, just like what always happened to poor Jimmy Stewart in this movie.
Time goes by.
I grow up.
I arrive in Virginia two weeks ago.
My family is sick. Drama happens. My family is sick again. I don't touch my camera for TWO WEEKS, until this morning, when I've absolutely HAD IT and I have to go outside and take pictures.
Upon exiting my Oakwoodish abode, I instantly see two birds. Gorgeous! Lovely!
I am thrilled and enchanted!
They're so pretty! And so colorful!!
They even pose for me! Who lucks out like that?
I am beside myself with joy.
I come back to my apartment. I Oooohh! and Aaaaahh! over the pictures. I crop and edit and pinch myself for my great good fortune. Such pretty birds! Such lovely colors!!
I get ready to start this blog post. I know that I want to be able to tell you just exactly what these pretty birds are. I Google "Virginia Birds" and start looking.
And then I find them.
(I think you know where this is going.)
And I hear my mother. And Jimmy Stewart. Both in my mind simultaneously:
I kid you not.
(But what pretty little Barn Swallows they are!!)
(And, for anyone who cares, these pictures were taken with my Nikon Nikkor 18-200mm 3.5-5.6 VRII lens,)