Sung about, written about and probably even cursed by light sleepers, the Mocking Bird eluded me until now. I think this is a juvenile (because another bird was bringing it grubs and bugs to eat).
And, because I know some of you want to hear it…
I was lamenting the lack of arachnid Kodak moments. But the rainstorms the other day must have brought out a load of Incey-Winceys. So far, only Orchard Orb Weavers that I can see (Leucauge venusta), but they’re new to me so they count!
And the real reason I’m here…Maggie, the ancient and venerable Border Collie.
OK, this is a short post, but I have other things to do. Those of you who dip your toes in the muddied waters of Facebook know how to find me.