Watching You, Watching Me

Isabella had a great idea, if I have to rest to recover, who says I can't lay in the hammock outside and recover?   The girl has a point.  Even if it was because she wanted to play outside while I rested.

An hour or so later, I find myself starring at a Robin on the fence and amused at his interest in me. I watched him, he watch me.  Together we passed the time.  Eventually he flew away and I wondered what he might say about me when he returned home.

Who knows, he might have been wondering what I would blog about him.

OK, I'm blogging about birds.  Does this mean I'm better or that I've spiked a fever?