I’ve heard him lurking around my place. I’ve heard him singing away. He’s usually across the street singing from a tree across the street and I can hear him but not see him. That is until this morning when I went out to add some water to the bird bath. I knew something was eating the sunflower seeds besides the chickadees. Hopefully he will hang around and bring some girl friends with him as well. And hopefully soon I can get that new lens that I want now that taxes are over, said and done with for this year. It would be nice to get some closer shots of him nothing he’s a tad camera shy. It would be nice to zoom in closer than this.
But other than that, it’s a nice morning to sit back and enjoy sipping on a cuppa coffee. I have a couple little girls coming over later today to visit while Mom & Dad run some errands. That will keep me busy for a tad. Maybe we can go over to the park if it warms up a bit more today.
Le Chat Noir was a nineteenth-century entertainment establishment, in the bohemian Montmartre district of Paris. It opened on 18 November 1881 at 84 Boulevard Rochechouart by the impresario Rodolphe Salis, and closed in 1897 not long after Salis’ death (much to the disappointment of Picasso and others who looked for it when they came to Paris for the Exposition in 1900).
Le Chat Noir is thought to be the first modern cabaret: a nightclub where the patrons sat at tables and drank alcoholic beverages while being entertained by a variety show on stage. The acts were introduced by a master of ceremonies who interacted with well-known patrons at the tables. Its imitators have included cabarets from St. Petersburg (Stray Dog Cafe) to Barcelona (Els Quatre Gats).
Perhaps best known now by its iconic Theophile-Alexandre Steinlen poster art, in its heyday it was a bustling nightclub that was part artist salon, part rowdy music hall. The cabaret published its own humorous journal Le Chat Noir until 1895.