The Spotted Towhee was back at it again this morning, using our birdbath for his daily cleanup.
He splashes merrily in the water, then moves his upper wings at near-Hummingbird speed to shake the sloshing off.
In between dousings, he keeps his orange eye peeled on me watching him but it's a defiant glare as if to say "Yeah? Are you lookin' at me?"
Yes, I am.
