As stated by fellow tumblronk below: I heart me some tree monks. This tree monk was captured in a moment of unadulterated repose by the lovely Abigail Garnett whilst bird watching in Williamsburg. What you can’t tell from this frame is that the bird is sitting on a wire and not a tree branch. Also you can’t tell because he’s hiding them under his wings, but this tree monk has a killer set of very ironic horned rim glasses. In the immortal words of L. Cohen…
Like a bird on wire. Like a drunk in a midnight choir. I have tried in my way to be free.
This is a creature that I dreamed about a few nights ago. According to the dream it is common in Virginia, is the favorite animal of Erin Garnett, and is honored at treemonks.com (a site which unfortunately does not exist—yet!)
abigailgarnett asked: Can you tell when I answer your questions?
yes i CAN! everybody wins! sorry, i’ve been lax in my tumblring recently
Was and remains my absolute favorite melodramatic Italian Pop song by the exquisite Italian artist, Elisa!
abigailgarnett asked: Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those peepers?
Maybe I was born with them, maybe it’s Maybelline
