I don't want to hurt the little birds or take too many bad pictures. However, unlike Schrodinger's Cat, this Wren is not afraid being seen and is not dead yet.
This is in one of two adjoining neighborhood mailbox kiosks. The vibrations of people getting their mail and closing the doors to their boxes causes the loose door to this box to swing partly closed. I think the birds may be better off with me reopening the door.
This is yet another problem for Mr T to resolve. A better Mail Service is clearly de rigueur in other places. We do better in little ol' Mallorca, should he want to play catch-up!
I would be delighted to escort Melania around the local postal establishments with one proviso: (no, not that
; what were you thinking!) that she shares with me a couple of hours with the camera. She's exactly
within the age group that fascinates what's left of the snapper within me. Just love that world-weary look. When you manage to look sick to death of executive jets, superyachts, Lambos and Rollses, then you're just right for immortalisation by moi. Might even rate a soft, black border.