Last night, I heard what I thought was thunder, but as the noise persisted I realized it was the sound of fireworks! Fireworks that presumably had something to do with Fashion Week (an event which was invented by Anna Wintour) hoopla in New York City.
Fashion Week has thus far seen models walking in their underwear down Fifth Avenue and, according to the Associated Press, it has also seen “Donna Karan (mingling) with Miss Piggy, Michael Kors (judging) karaoke with Kate Upton and Kim Kardashian (signing) perfume sets (this past) Thursday as shoppers broke out their stilettos — and their wallets — for the fourth annual Fashion’s Night Out.”
Many of the star-studded events take place near to where I live and have my urban garden; and so it should not have surprised me on this dreary Saturday morning, to see one of the mourning doves (who visits my urban garden) mimicking models (who walk in stilettos) as she strutted across the “floor” of my terrace in search of munchies, as evident in the first photo-op accompanying today’s tumblr entry.
The mourning dove is not the only one of the birds which visit my garden that is making fun of Fashion Week! During the past several days “my” visiting house finches and “my” lone cardinal have been spending their play-dates pretending to be a part of Anna Wintour’s extravaganza. Their antics remind me of my own play-dates in years gone by, play-dates where friends and I either played house or put on theatrical productions.
But all of my childhood play-dates seem dull compared to the imaginative scenarios ”my” visiting birds create when at play far from the serious gossiping they got into the other day when they speculated on an ankle bracelet.
The aforementioned play-date photo-ops can can be seen in the images which follow “my” mourning dove’s strut down her “made-up runway” in my garden. (Please click on a given image to see the accompanying caption).
