I decided to prevail on the architects on the top floor for a picture of the hummer's nest.
Of course, it did not occur to me until it began snowing.
They're nice guys; they'll let me follow the nest until we cannot see it through the leaves.
I used the back left window in their conference room.
These were school rooms in the twenties.
This must be the bits and pieces room.
I could not resist a picture.
I read the elevator sign for the first time.
I hope the rescuers know where the key is hidden.
It was the sheriff's office, before mine.
A very large eye bolt was sunk into the concrete block,
to fasten a prisoner by the other handcuff.
My outstretched reach from the bolt to the door is just inches short,
so I imagine a taller person could reach the cover plate and handle to try to break out of the locked room.
Having engaged a locksmith recently to change the keypad,
I know that prying off the cover plate would not set you free.
Back on my street, a gang of juvenile starlings waged war under the oak tree.
They cannot use any of these feeders except the suet, but were fighting in the air for the chance to land on a feeder and find thenselves locked out.
I went in for my camera.
And they were gone, except for the usual suspects.