I smiled when I saw this little fellow, clinging tenaciously to the very tip of a thorny rose cane — that’s another wonder, how they manage to not get skewered by some of those thorns.
There’s a new visitor to the feeder the past couple of days. A pair of Evening Grosbeaks have made several appearances, but I haven’t been able to get a photo yet.
As a side note, my Dad was hospitalized with pneumonia yesterday, so any good thoughts sent this way will be much appreciated. I think they’ve caught it early, so hopefully, treatment will clear things up without incident.
For those who’ve expressed an interest, I’m still working on the poetry page for Soliloquy, and hope to have it ready to read very soon. It’s more work than I thought it would be. Isn’t it always? ;)