The birds are back! But we are seriously regretting not following through with our plan of putting little hats on them so that we can easily identify who’s who—it’s hard to tell now.

This is what I think: the littlest one came back early one morning followed by mom or dad. Had a quick feed and flew away just as I got to the window. Now each morning there is a new little guy/gal in the pot who is super jittery when I appear in the window and who makes a lot of pre-7 am cooing racket. Gah!

Fantastic dinner at my dear friend’s birthday celebration. Had to run back for a snap of this Simson on the way there.