meet the neighbors

The other half of the couple was sitting on the
nest that they built in the hollow of this
sycamore tree.  There are birds nesting here
every year—don't know if they're the
same ones each time though.
Ditto for the ones who raise a family in
the space under my air conditioner
(why I never turn it on!).

[Linking back to Macro Monday.]

ABC Wednesday—N is for "neighbors"

Just hanging out on Flatbush Avenue:
There are some elements of this building that remind 
me of Paris.  (The guy with the gun, I mean umbrella, not so much.)
Like most of the neighborhoods here in Brooklyn, this one is 
slowly but surely—and for better or worse—becoming gentrified.

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