Fog was so dense one morning, this barn was almost invisible from a mere 100 meters away.
Almost invisible.
Month: August 2022
Now I understand.
Now I understand why the bird feeder empties so quickly. Chucky Chipmunks’ cheeks are chock full.
Gloriously delicate.
The sky was airbrushed with gloriously delicate hues this morning. I was compelled to stop, admire and give thanks, and share with you.
If you look just above and to the right of the centre, there is the fingernail, waning, almost gone, crescent moon.
On the move.
This morning was very calm. This screen grab from the Detroit Michigan National Weather Service radar shows circles, or rings, at the top centre, just right of centre, bottom centre, and a small, partial one at bottom, right of centre.
The radar picked up – hundreds of thousands? millions? – of birds fanning out from these overnight roosting areas, on the move and looking for food, fattening up for migration.
Just over there.
On a recent morning, dense fog was just over there, a couple hundred meters away.
Splish splash!
Robin’s takin’ a bath!
Portrait.
This Mourning Dove remained on the shepherd’s crook long enough for me to take its portrait.
Glorious.
I neither need nor want to say more.
Returned.
During mid-summer the number of birds – individuals and species – that visit the backyard decreases.
Activity is picking up now, and these two Mourning Doves are among the birds that have returned.
Comfortable enough.
This rabbit felt comfortable enough to lay down in the yard.
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