A Bright Yellow Rump

Do we call them “butter butts”? Those Yellow-rumped Warblers?

The backyard birds have their space now. I don’t intrude much as it will take time for them to know me like they did before. I’m hanging back and saving my stalking skills for later…

A drink of pond water will be good. I might hop on that comfortable rock over there and sip a bit.

They were thirsty little birds who spent a few hours around the yard, landing on the pond when they needed a break. They’ve been in my backyard before, a few at a time; however, I was never able to get a snapshot.

Standing in a shaded corner of my back deck, I didn’t dare to move closer, or breathe, for that matter. I'd like to paint this picture.

First winter male, myrtle form. If my ID is incorrect, please break it to me gently? ;-)

His portrait.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my camera?

Song sparrow joined him for a sip-n-dip social.

And, in the birdy tree/bush near the feeders, the Carolina Wrens allowed me a few snapshots for a few nanoseconds. I need to identify the tree/bush.

I find them in the garage and sleeping on my front porch and under the back deck.

It’s nice to be so close to them.

I apologize. This is the last photo I’ll show of the feeder warden.

What is chicken soup for my soul?

Watching what happens outdoors and falling in love with my camera again.