Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Quiet rain

Drops fell like they were really tired, one by one, and hung from every twig and pine needle. The light was very poor for photography.  A mallard pair inspected the property.  The drake was certainly too big for the birdbath. 

A Carolina wren worked on the suet while a cardinal reflected on the sunflower feeder.  The brown thrasher wanted more bark butter balls.  A white throated sparrow looked grumpy at the wetness. 

Downstream, the kingfisher returned to his favored perch. 


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