There isn't much in the way of bird-y news, but you can be sure that what little there is will be captured in blurry photos and captioned to death.
First, the finches, demonstrating how they blend into the trees (no wonder we never see them once the leaves come out):
You would be correct if you were thinking our grass isn't grass. Two years ago we had a record dry and hot summer and it killed our lawn. We are still repairing it, in pieces. This is not one of those pieces. This is WEED HEAVEN.
Here's one of the doves who coo at dawn and dusk, a most gentle and calming serenade to the beginning and end of the day:
Just kidding. It would take more than that to keep me from blogging. I'm having far too much fun.
Have a good weekend, everyone. As the old song by Little Jimmy Dickens goes, "May the bird of paradise fly up your nose."
Well, maybe not up your nose. But close enough for you to enjoy its plumage :)