Wild lovebirds come to feed at my feeders every day. The story goes they were released from a defunct aviary or escaped on their own. Originally from Africa, they thrive here in the desert Southwest. They are beautiful, loving creatures, mating for life and…
bare branches gnarled tree limbs reach for heaven seeking warmth above
Waxwing on Yaupon
Let the songs of tree swallows arise in an ariose flood let it flow through the hollows to every flower, tree, and bud.
bright sunny morning
singing for supper
Lonesome raven cries