The shrub by the back door sings. A few weeks ago it hummed and buzzed as bees of all sorts (including my honey bees) visited its little green flowers. When the blooms faded the bush got quiet, until last night when I noticed it peeping.
Four baby mockingbirds, which look like something sort of prehistoric when their little mouths are open. I didn't quite get that picture. You can't linger too long in a mockingbird nest without getting mama mockingbird tangled in your hair. I took my two shots and headed in the house.
I avoided the dive bombing mama, but the black cat that visits the yard was not as lucky. He was heading out through the garden under full attack when I came home from work.
Four baby mockingbirds, which look like something sort of prehistoric when their little mouths are open. I didn't quite get that picture. You can't linger too long in a mockingbird nest without getting mama mockingbird tangled in your hair. I took my two shots and headed in the house.
I avoided the dive bombing mama, but the black cat that visits the yard was not as lucky. He was heading out through the garden under full attack when I came home from work.
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