So tired lately and so oddly busy. Or maybe just preoccupied. Regardless, while I'd love to write something (anything!) to accompany these photos, that's just not happening tonight. Instead, I let two photos, taken this evening in the backyard, speak for themselves. Mostly.
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| It seems early to be picking raspberries in the backyard but I am so not complaining. (But why do I have that Postal Service song about how we can now swim every day in November running through my head so much?) | |
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| Who buys all the bird books and keeps a record of her birds? Me. Who correctly identified this as a dark-eyed junco fledgling because "it has a junco tail"? That would be Scott. |
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