My old camera sits in a drawer by my desk, just in case something lands in the birdbath. I had forgotten how long it was since I looked to see what it held. This pair of varied thrushes showed up just beyond the garden a month ago. I haven't seen them since.
|I think this is the female, with my wooden heron guarding her.|
|The pair, poking through the soggy moss and buttercup leaves that is supposed to be a lawn.|