I was wearing Carl's garden shoes, my gray-flannel pajamas with pink hearts and mice on them, and an old over sized green sweater. In one hand I had a bucket of bird-food, the other held a few feathers and my camera. In the background there was the chaotic barking from the dogs inside the fence. Not having any neighbors, for me, the scene was all perfectly normal. To some, like the mail-man who had come to deliver a package, it may not have been. When he left I glanced around and feeling a bit (okay, a lot) embarrassed, I wondered what he'd noticed the most and what was he thinking as he stood there with his broad smile at 9 o'clock this morning?