Wednesday, April 11, 2012
A few new faces this morning.
Either a Rusty Blackbird or a Brewers Blackbird. I'm still going through my field guides, though I think its a Brewers.
My lovely Mourning Doves.
"Do they realize how many seeds they drop out of the feeders?"
"Okay, you in the back, your OTHER left!"
"Can you believe what she's wearing?"
"No accounting for taste. I'm hungry." So spake the Redwing Blackbird.
"You going to be here tomorrow?"