This year saw Common Grackles nesting in the hole that housed...
In the last few weeks, we’ve made quite a habit of returning to this same loop past the icicles and over the logs, and while today wasn’t as much of a day for icicles as last time, it was much, much brighter out, so it was a better day for action photos.
Robins, apparently males staking out territory. While it’s rather early for them to be coming back from the south, it’s apparently a good risk for them to get the best territory.
Eastern Bluebird was chirping a slightly different song of territoriality. I almost missed him, with a breast so similar to the Robins’. Even though he was a bit more easily spooked than the Robins, he was kind enough to pause for a moment so I could snap a quick shot.
I'll admit that I've never liked the president and never voted for him. I'm certainly far enough away from him politically, and I've always been worried that there's some truth to the sense of corruption, cronyism, and profiteering in Washington these days.
Well, now that the president has commuted the sentence of Scooter Libby, the fears that I've always hoped against hope were untrue are spectacularly confirmed. I am dismayed, disappointed, and wholly outraged that all the things I was taught about the nobility of democracy, of checks and balances are apparently untrue.
This is the view from the back of the Bread Loaf Inn, the main building around here, and the one I'm usually in when I post these updates (it's only one of three buildings that have wireless internet). The sun is setting over my left shoulder, and it lit up the rising hills and mountains in colors that the camera does a good job at failing to capture.
American Robin abounds on the Bread Loaf lawns. I think this is an immature fellow.