Most evenings are spent on the front porch enjoying the sweet sounds of Mother Nature. The other evening a Cardinal was flitting from tree to tree singing his little heart out, the sound was incredible. After a fashion I realized I should be taking shots of this beauty, wish I had thought to record the sound. Most times they're so quick they fly off before I get that accomplished.
Last winter was hard on alot of trees in the yard, the Blue Spruce in particular decided to go to tree heaven. I still have yet to take the truck around, hook up the log chain and pull it out. It is quite the eye sore. Sometimes eye sores become landing spots in the yard and are soon called yard art. It won't stay yard art forever, just haven't found the time to get this job done.
The swaying of the blooming thistles didn't hold him for long, off he went back over to the tree.