Indigo buntings, Day 8 in the morning. They're looking pretty reptilian, but they have brown back and wing feathers bursting the sheathes all over, so I feel confident there will be a transformation coming soon. Technically, these babies could fledge at any time. Amazing, I know, to think of this mostly-naked prickly little thing leaving the nest, but you have to grasp just how dangerous it is to stay in the nest to appreciate why that might be a good thing to do.
Day 8 in the afternoon. I know they'll be going soon, and I can't resist documenting the changes over the next few hours. You can see by their eyes that they're wise to me. I do love this shot and am glad I got it.
The garage garden as it looked this summer. Tall and wild. I never got a chance to prune the roses before they formed buds, well before the forsythia got going. Whew, what a wild spring it was! The cardinal mosaic in the foreground was a gift from a dear couple for whom I rehabilitated a titmouse whose wing their cat had injured. He's the titmouse in The Bluebird Effect, whose chapter is entitled "Nobody Can Cuss Like a Titmouse." Unlike about 90% of cat casualties, he went on to live and eat more peanuts. A small miracle, one I was more than happy to assist.
Behind that is my beloved rain barrel, which collects all the water for my freshwater Amazon tank and then, once the fish have used it, my orchids. Then some roses, and the hibiscus is behind the roses near the curve in the sidewalk.