They come for a bath most evenings around six, the bluebird babies so fast growing up. It tickles me so to see them, the way they fuss and frolic, yammering on with each other about this and that, holding court with the finches, the sparrows, the wrens, the nuthatches.

Today I glanced out to see something a little more unusual. It was early morning–one of October’s first with really nippy temperatures– and this guy was already out enjoying the sights and the sun.

I guess he likes October mornings as much as I do.

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