The sun finally condescended to emerge from behind its wall of clouds. The wind died down. The birds began to sing. I went out, camera in hand, to finish the spring inventory of the garden.
Out on the lawn, the linden tree had, almost overnight, put out leaves. I looked for aphids; the tree last year was loaded with them, but they haven't appeared yet, this year. And I took a few photos; the leaves, still unfolding, and the tree overhead, against the blue sky.
|Twig with lichen, fresh new leaves, and the pink leaf bud covers.|
|Still young, but growing fast.|
It wasn't until I was sorting the photos later, when I zoomed in to check for sharpness, that I saw the bird.
|Do you see it? Near the trunk, just below the mid-point.|
It may be a goldfinch. Or a warbler; it's hard to tell. We haven't seen any yellow birds around here for years. As soon as I saw it in the photo, I dashed outside and scanned all the trees around; there was no sign of him/her.
|Another view. I think the wings are darker, and there seems to be some black on the head.|
Whatever it was, and even if it doesn't come back again, it made my day.