We have some seriously ominous skies rolling in from the north. All the way home I was keeping an eye out for a good place to get some shots of the approaching storm, and after I got off the highway I pulled into a field entrance to survey the clouds.
Now ... I love me a good ol' thunderstorm, and I was rather enjoying myself - window down, and since there was virtually no one around for at least a solid mile, my radio was fairly cranked. Yet over the elevated sound of Wild Cherry, I could still hear a bird chattering away. I focused on the landscape, trying to figure out where he was, but soon realized there was no need - he was sitting on the post right next to me.
I stayed in my car and took his picture, then he and I sang some funky music like the white boys that we're not. I don't know how he felt about it, but my day was pretty much made.