Hummingbird flew into the shop, got caught in one of the spider webs about the place. Was able to get a couple of pics. Stayed in my hand a while after I cleaned off the webbing.
(Yeah, I'm really pale here, just getting over some bug that had me in bed for days.)
It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.