Hubby and I took advantage of the first pretty-weathered weekend we’ve had in quite some time. We purchased and planted some flowers and refreshed the front yard bird bath. Now, please know, when I say “we” I’m using the term loosely – he did all the labor while I admired his handiwork and offered my less-than-expert opinions.
This Mockingbird was thrilled with the fresh water and wasted no time helping himself to a dip.
Once his feathers were drenched and dripping…
…he flew off to torment the Chickadees that are busy building in one of the nesting boxes.
I love watching birds in a birdbath. They spray water all over the place, but clearly they enjoy that water. I’ve seen large puddles in the street and birds will delight in having a bath in the street in a mud puddle … hmm, doesn’t that make you dirty?
I love that name “chickadee” so musical!