My California Hoosier pal, Tom C., noted with a name like Rufous Towhee, he sounds like a blues man from Memphis.
He certainly drinks like one.
And his distinctive call sounds like one, too.
This morning I got a couple of better pictures of him.
When he knows (somehow) that I'm photographing him he doesn't stick around long.
Here he's about to depart.
Up at the hummingbird feeder, I caught one yesterday but his wings were moving so fast he's pretty much a blur.
Back at the birdbath it's a constant parade in the mornings and evenings.
The goldfinches, who nearly always come in pairs.
A damned dumb dove.
And an interloper of a different species.
Oops, just spotted this fellow on the flagstone beneath the birdbath.
Waiting for spillage, no doubt.
Never a dull moment in Catalyst's back yard.