Yes, I'm still trying to make friends with the birds.
The pigeon let me take pictures, but flew away when I turned. Now she's back - walking along the fence. She wants me to go so she can eat the food.
I think I scared the jays - they were used to me talking to them but when Jabi barked at the same time, panic stations. one just flew in, saw me out here and fled.
The crows look out for me and I get a special caw - caw-caw-caw-caw. They prefer me to throw the food and walk away. But one, White Chest, comes quite close.
As for philosophy, well, I'm rereading Galen Strawson who has a transitory sense of self - like he is forever new. I know what he means. He objects to the idea that people REALLY have or should have a narrative sense of self - as though they are created like a story. I agree. If it's a story it's a fucking random one with the protagonist strangely discontinuous.
I miss... something. I am missing something.
But it is good to be watched.
Pigeons are interesting in their own way - the way they fly for ex. ...
So why is White Chest crow called White Chest? Some white feathers? Are the crows quite consistent with the calls they use when you give out food?