Summer is Almost Here.

The other day I saw an Evening Grosbeak perched and swaying with the wind at the top of a neighbor's gigantic evergreen tree.  Since then, I've been hearing their familiar chirping sound on and off.


So it was nothing strange that one of them just plopped up on a branch just in front me.

Mrs. Evening Grosbeak: "Hi, I remember this backyard.  Plenty of food is here."

Mr. Evening Grosbeak: "I like this feeder next to the tree where I can flee 

right away in case of an imminent danger."