He was handsome. And he knew it. Most mornings I would find him sitting on a limb outside our window as though to greet me. But he was a tease and would flitter off to a high bamboo pole on the far side of the yard the second a lens was pointed his direction.
This is the final delivery of postcards from our fall sojourn in colorful Guanajuato.
Postcards from Barton Springs 