Taking Mojo's advice even before he suggested I not task myself today, I stopped by what is left of our seasonal pond to check on the tadpoles. The hose has been the sole source of water for a couple weeks now while we wait for more pollywogs to morph into pesticides. Must be five hundred of them still swimming around in varying states of frogdom. Some have back legs, others show buds and still others probably won't make the cut off. We'll see.
While there squatting as if I were just about to leap and splash, I heard some familiar chirping in a tree. Cedar Waxwings. Beautiful little birds, and a bit skittish, for as I stood to fetch my camera from the house, off they flew. I had seen them and/or heard them a number of times this past week, and hoped that when I returned, they would do me the honor. Nope.
Still, all was not lost. Apparently our puddle is providing a wide array of birds with drink. I sat on a rock until my left leg went to sleep and my battery ran low. I will try again tomorrow.
Two male American Goldfinches
Male Brewster's Blackbird
A Lazuli Bunting. This is a first for me. Exciting.
I apologize for the slight blurriness. I will endeavor to do better tomorrow and perhaps bring my tripod.