A bit later in the morning I heard a familiar drill, and looked out the window, through the deck posts, to see this flicker doing its best to put cracks in the ceiling of a birdhouse:
Maybe it was cleaning the place up for these guys:
Today was FULL of rare and beautiful gifts. I have these on the table, a gift from Brian's violin teacher's wife:
I got this in the mail yesterday, an art print gift to myself (a freebie from Shutterfly):
These lovelies are outside:
Beautiful from beginning to end at . . .