|Little drummer boy.|
|The light pole lover.|
|She looked, but wasn't interested.|
|Not interested in much either.|
|As the crow lands.|
I was surprised to see a crow. They usually fly over on the way to somewhere more important. I guess he may have been a lookout for our neighborhood hawk. Later I saw a murder of crows attacking the hawk and driving him away.
|Signs of life.|
|Look blue sky!|
After taking some photos, I refilled my coffee cup and settled back on the porch. It was then that I notice my new bird house was showing signs of use. Sure enough there is a nest in there. I resumed my chair and staked out the house hoping to find the builder. Sounds like a good reason to sit on the porch and drink coffee. I did finally find the culprit. I wasn't very happy to find out who has been sleeping in my birdhouse.
|A little snug!|