May 7, 2008

A young robin of Spring eyes me suspiciously, as a young robin should. Somehow I hear Marge Simpson grunting. Rrrmph.
Yes! Bluebirds on our bluebird trail! I saw four the other day, on both sets of nest boxes. Huzzah!
A Marsh Marigold living up to it's name.
This is either a white egret or a failed attempt at a new camouflage pattern for the B1 bomber.

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