There was noise above my head, and no way to get a different angle. The house sparrows were mating. The male "boinged" her nine times. He'd do "it", move aside, return and do it again. And again, and again and again...... I counted. When the work was complete he flew to another tree.
Over at Turtle Pond, a couple of very active palm warblers including one who was shagging bugs off the wall of the castle and then singing in a nearby tree.
The tiny ruby-crowned kinglet was also in this area flitting about near the edge of the pond. My fingers were crossed that it would come closer. It did. Gave me the once-over as if to say, "you'd better get my picture now, because I'm a one-opportunity bird."