While I haven’t seen a partridge or a pear tree in the backyard (Can you tell I’m already singing Christmas songs?), I did see three birds a bathing.
The first was a Pine Warbler, who chose a secluded little cove to take a sip and a dip.
He later returned and brought lunch with him.
The second bird a bathing was an Eastern Bluebird.
This fellow was exuberant and bathed with wing flapping abandon.
Bluebird are the best bathers!
And the third bird a bathing was a Northern Mockingbird indeed in need of a bath.
I’m not sure whether this guy’s head was bloodied or berried (or jammed or jellied) but those purple stained feathers were in dire need of a washing!
Here’s hoping tomorrow I find six geese a laying five golden rings!