A big plump robin happened by the other day and decided our bird bath was just what he needed.
He settled in for a nice solitary soak.
But being a robin, basking is not enough.
This attracted the attention of another frequenter of the spa - a mourning dove.
He (or she) seemed to be thinking/saying, "What are you doing in my bath/drinking fountain?"
The dove fluttered around, trying to scare the robin away but to no avail.
It even fluttered directly over Mr. Robin, flapping wildly.
Did this work, you ask?
Nope. Mr. Robin just seemed to ignore the interloper.
So the dove gave up and went to the kitty pool down below for his drink while that big fat devil continued to monopolize the fountain.
What occupies YOUR minds during the pandemic, eh?