A day of frantic motion. I needed a buffer.
Soft pastels can fool you. They withstand the harsh winter but the summer heat will make them melt. Cal Ripken eyes.
American Lady (Vanessa virginiensis) on the asphalt sidewalk. (Yes, I did some research.)
A blast of color rejuvenated my mood tonight. I'll miss the pansies.
Through the kitchen door, I saw a Mockingbird inside the sunroom. He came to visit me. I'm not surprised.
If the kitchen door was open, he would have probably flown inside and perched on the kitchen counter to watch me cook dinner. I would have set a bowl of suet there for him and chatted for a while.
Within three minutes I was holding him very gently. Our eyes met for a few seconds. So soft… I think he knew I’d set him free. His powerful thrust at take-off surprised me. A little ruffled, he sat in the tree for a while to gain his composure. I put some suet out for him. Unharmed and good to go.
Late afternoon sun. See the bird?
I feel calm and relaxed now.