I got a $40 guitar and am on the porch trying to pick it. My fingers are spastic, and I can't read music. No matter as I got it mostly as decoration for my RedNeck Bar. Pilsner Urquell is my favorite, so how could I refuse this at auction?
As I was picking and grinning, saw some birds.
(I am better with camera than guitar)
A Rose-breasted Grosbeak has been by.
A Mockingbird dropped by for some water.
I love these guys, but they seldom visit me until the berries ripen in mid Winter. I don't know why.
Making my day was this beautiful Hermit Thrush. Once this guy arrives, I know everything will be fun this Fall and Winter. He will hang out around my Frog pond till Spring, and even come up here in the CatBird House for suet.
I was told if I practice ten minutes a day, can learn guitar. I don't know. At 72 my fingers don't jump around as "individuals" as my brain has dulled.
Now if I had started young like Keith - ?
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