Remember the Story that Takes Place in a Wood and Ends with the Birds Killing the Hero and Heroine?

Well, that didn't happen to me, thank goodness. A chickadee in the sunset, above; another finch below.


An Asteroid bird! (Otherwise known as the rufous-crowned sparrow.)

Hark! What's that sound I hear? Could it be a bird telling Fritz to get the hell away from its nest?

Woodie again; he, or she, came swooping down from the Big House.

A dung beetle sans dung.

The woodster went from phone pole to the staging tree. It's hard to take a decent photo when your hands are mostly full of beer bottles picked up from under bushes on your country walk.