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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