This Mourning Dove briefly perched on a log next to a Mayapple and two red trilliums just bast bloom, and in front of the bed of sweet woodruff.
Perched.
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A crowd.
Three Rose-breasted Grosbeaks contested space at a feeder this afternoon. I have never seen more than one at a time this year as well as past years.
Criss-crossed.
Morning sky ablaze and criss-crossed.
First sighting ever.
I was puzzled by this bird because it certainly wasn’t a Downy Woodpecker or a Red-bellied Woodpecker. After visiting allaboutbirds.org and consulting my Sibley bird guide, it seems this was my first sighting ever of a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker, a female, an infrequent (as best) feeder visitor. That was two weeks ago and I haven’t seen it since.
Favourite.
The Forget-me-not is one of my favourite flowers. Our yard has several clumps which reseed every year and have for years.
Spring is here.
While the calendar may insist it’s still a few days away, these crocuses in the backyard beg to differ.
From the archive.
Shortly before sunrise a few weeks ago.
Country road on a foggy morning.
Softly lit.
On a marvellous late winter morning, this tin barn was softly lit by pre-sunrise light, with the moon setting above it. I was blessed to come across this scene.
Tucked in.
Lucy, tucked in for an afternoon snooze.
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