Late morning: the Lesser Goldfinches have finally come, perched and pecking at the dried cone flower seed heads.
Early afternoon: A Wren fluffs in the bird bath outside the study window, flying drops of water glistening in the sunlight.
Late afternoon: A Bluejay just made off with one of our cherry tomatoes—time to go pick the rest.
Early evening: Four Eastern Screech Owls glide among the branches of the Ash tree.
Late evening: Trudy is sitting at her computer writing up board meeting minutes. Ben is eating cereal with strawberries and reading Howard Zinn.
Not a bad day, this.