Thursday, May 14, 2015

A Summer Song

It is already in the middle of May.

Iris in bloom

The other morning I heard a familiar summer song in the backyard.  I knew a Black-headed Grosbeak, a summer bird, had arrived.    The song went away, but after a little while, I saw the bird landed on his branch.

"Somebody finished my suet here."




About a week later, a female Black-headed Grosbeak arrived here.

"I am not so bright and eye-catching as my partner, but I am sweet."

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