Cedar Waxwing peeping out at us
Crows having a discussion
My little friend, the willow flycatcher
Just color me tickled pink. There are a lot of birds around that I am not getting identified so I don't think the count will stay at fifty very long.
The catbird seat
Wish you could have seen the fireflies the night before last. It was just after dark when I went out on the porch, just to listen and enjoy the fine, gentle breeze. There they were in their hundreds sparkling everywhere you cared to look. When we were kids we simply had to catch all we could and put them in jars with holes punched in the top by some obliging adult. Now it is enough just to see them.