If you haven't guessed, I love crocuses .
The owls remain in the same fir tree. The difference this time was that the squirrels were running up and down in the tree really disrupting their rest. Nervy little things.
Little titmouse. Big meal.
And then there was the big bird watching little birds, one cooper's hawk on alert. Watching me too.
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