The Littles

Some mornings I start in Strawberry Field. It's migration time and you never can tell who might be in the area. I do love when the Parula stops and stares. Just luck.

Caught a bug.

Bye, bye, birdie.

As I rounded the corner to head north this cardinal flew right into my face and sat there, so we had a nice meeting, "Isn't it a lovely day?" "So nice to see you." "You're looking very beautiful." "I hope your family is well".... etc. and he just sat there and listened. Absolutely GORGEOUS.

Next post: returning to hawks antics.

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