I was outside watering container plants a few minutes ago and suddenly the Jays began to screech like they do when a hawk is in the area; all of the songbirds took off for cover but a juvenile Northern Cardinal perched at the top of the bottlebrush tree, looking around curiously. It wasn't a hawk in the vicinity but rather a Swallow-tailed Kite ... luckily it went the other way.
~ I'm an old gal who still loves playing in the dirt!
~ Playing in the dirt is my therapy ... and I'm in therapy a lot!
