Friday, August 14, 2015
Today I am grateful for my birdbath. My wonderful husband has been scurrying up the hill every other day to be sure there is water in the birdbath. Word is out. Tweeting is happening among the flocks. Ha-ha.
No wonder I can’t get my book read. I sit there in the gorgeous air and watch wrens, finches, goldfinches, junkos, chickadees, bluejays, cardinals and mourning doves all coming for a drink. Or a bath. It’s like spa central! Or a liquid orgy. Sometimes there are three in the water and four on the rim with little towels around their necks, wearing little rubber flip-flops.
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When they leave, the squirrel runs through and sucks up what’s left. Trying to get a decent picture of these guys, with the zoom on and my twitching is virtually impossible. I am grateful at least the birdbath sits still even if the customers don’t!
