Don’t tell my backyard Brown Thrasher, but others are starting to sneak turns in his birdbath!
Like this lovely female Bluebird who showed up yesterday for a bit of a splash.
At one point, I’m pretty sure I heard her exclaim, “Look at me! I’m a Blue Thrasher!” But I might have been mistaken since she did sound s bit garbled.
Mostly, she just sat and soaked and enjoyed a brief bit of refreshment.
While she bathed, her male counterpart waited on a nearby branch. Once she was finished, I thought he would hop on in, but instead he opted for the clay saucer that sits on a stump in the same area. He seemed to prefer just a quick sip and a dip of his face in the water.
It was as if one liked the deep end and the other stayed with the kiddie pool.
And in case you were wondering about the Thrasher, he has been giving encore after encore after encore. It seems every time I look out the window he is back at it.
I think I might have to write Audubon and suggest that we change his name to the Brown Splasher.