Hitchcock Had It

I admit it. I am a paradox. I am the hermit man from Harriet the Spy.
I am a cat person, but
I
love
birds.

My dad and I put up bird houses in the garden before I left home again.







These are not my birds, but they are beautiful.




These birds are all presents; a glass paperweight that is my mother's, a tealight from Vicky and Tatty Devine magpie rings from Mel; she knows me so well.



I know someone wonderful and she loves birds too;

"there is a bluebird inside a cage in your heart.
i would like to be the one that he sings to.
i will gladly build him a nest and rear his young.

inside of your heart your bluebird is singing.
a man is drawing him onto your chest.
your bluebird sings of the sea and of five thousand miles;

inside of a cage in your heart."