itsy bitsy birdhouse

One of the reasons that spur me to wake up early in the morning—the rare times that I do, that is—is the itsy bitsy birdhouse in our backyard that Brother A set up.

The birdhouse was a gift from Cousin A.

I’ve probably seen at least 10 species of birds—sporting all sorts of colors in their plumage—visiting the bird feeder and the bird bath beside it.

It’s a shame my camera doesn’t have those high-tech telephoto lenses that could probably shoot a flea mid-spring.

I can only take pictures from afar or upload digitally-zoomed-then-cropped ones because, true to their wild nature, a li’l bit of movement from me and the birds go off...and that doesn't give me time to capture the high def beauty of our winged visitors. Le sigh.