Sunday was a quiet day. No special dinner or anything; my husband hasn’t been feeling that great. No worries, though.
I spent the afternoon in the yard with friends I met under the trees and in the bushes.
Oh, yeah. I’m a wild one.
And so are they. Yeah, you guessed it. Me and my bird friends.
This juvenile Eastern bluebird tries to get a grip just after landing on this vine.
(scroll down to Identification and click on ‘typical voice’)
The red-bellied woodpecker is a good-sized bird with a distinctive sound. I’m nearly getting to the point of identifying them just by their sounds. Especially this one.
A white-breasted nuthatch runs up and down the tree.
I believe this is a female juvenile downy woodpecker. She looks a little surprised.
This little Carolina wren was singing its heart out. And quite loudly at that.
And lastly, a tiny little moth who was sitting on my knee for quite awhile. I couldn’t get a shot until I shooed him away because I had the zoom lens on the camera. He’s pretty cool-looking with those chocolate chip eyes.
Gotcha. Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I just really like that tune.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .
PS ~ Congratulations to Rory McIlroy, one of the youngest players ever to win the US Open. It was a pleasure to watch you this Father’s Day in my nice cool living room.