Birds
I was thrilled when a female yellow rumped warbler took a bath in our birdbath. She was light enough to be able to stand on the floating solar fountain, occasionally having a bidet experience when she turned her back on the spouting water. Two days before, a grackle had taken a drink of water from it. The next day a blue jay did too, then a dove landed on the edge, although that was just a stopping place until it went to the ground to search for seeds under the bird feeder. We’ve had that dang birdbath since friends gave it to us when they retired to Hawaii. In Fort Lauderdale and here, I’ve kept it filled and clean, just to be completely ignored. Finally it might be loved. The house finches are eating the seeds off the tropical sage, grackles and red-winged blackbirds are at the feeder, with occasional red bellied woodpeckers. My Haikubox is hearing ruby crowned kinglets, one of which I saw when I lured it in by playing its call. Yes, I feel guilty. I finally saw the great ...