It’s early morning and I’m walking to the woods with my hot beverage to enjoy the trees and listen to the birds. I have hopes of hearing the hermit thrush, my favorite, while I relax and sip my cinnamon cardamom tea, starting my day in peace. I haven’t even sat down when it starts. King Fussypants has spotted me from his throne in the trees. His abrupt short chirps cut through the air. I can see his massive mound of cones some 25 yards away. I spot him up a tree, eyes fixed on me, fussing with all his might. … Continue reading King Fussypants, Teacher of Boundaries