Good morning from the woods.
I woke up this morning to find one of the great nocturnal singers of the night on our kitchen ceiling. He no doubt flew in the door undetected. I carried him outside where we found the earth refreshed by the heavy rain that rolled through around midnight. The first thing he set about doing was to eat on the Siberian iris where I perched him. Now he can get refueled to sing for us again tonight. – Larry