"All you ever talk about is drinking!"
Listen, when you get to my age there's not a lot else.
But this isn't about my quaffology (I made that one up!)
It is about Happy Hour at Ye Olde Blue Birdbath.
A Mountain Jay was one of many who partook of my "bird-tending" offerings this afternoon.
It happened suddenly.
There were birds of various types suddenly swarming the backyard.
It began with the jay at the "bar", when suddenly a big old mourning(?) dove nearly landed on his back.
(I am seriously questioning the adjectival description of these big bullies as "mourning".)
Actually, I don't think they are bullies . . I just think they're stupid.
Meantime, another Jay watched irritably from above.
The one at the birdbath was repeatedly slaking his thirst.
While this was going on a Phoebe's Say was twitching around on the ground beneath him, flipping up bugs from the sand for it's dinner.
It moved too fast for me to get a photo.
But there were others.
Robins and House Finches.
And Goldfinches.
Yeah, I know, once again.
I'm working with a cellphone camera here.
It doesn't zoom so well.
Or maybe I just couldn't hold it still enough when I was zoomed in.
Maybe I just need a drink.
Salud! Prost! Santé! Cheers! Bottoms Up!
