Then the shadow turned its head so I could see the profile-- and the unmistakable beak.
"Aha!" thought I. "My friends the grumpy birds are back!"
And I went on chopping that pepper, and the bird went on hopping up and down that windowsill.
I wondered if I dare try to snap his picture. Every time I open the front door, some bird or other flies off in a tizzy, so I knew I had to be very quiet about it. I grabbed my camera, removed the cap, turned it on, and set it to Auto, then tiptoed toward the door, which I edged open ever so slowly. I was outside! And the grumpy bird was still on my windowsill.
One shot. A dud, all out of focus.
One more. Success!!
And Mr. Grumpy flew away into the dusk.