When I opened the office shade this morning I was greeted by a pair of Rose-breasted Grosbeaks.
A few of the iris's bloomed. Thunderstorms were moving in.
The coffee was not yet ready. I sat for a minute to hear the Dawn's Chorus. I turned on the recorder. A male Oriole came to the deck railing. He made his little call. I took this to mean the grape jelly needed to be refilled.