Torrential rain, booming thunder, lightning illuminating the black skies.
All happened this morning around 10 AM as a bad storm passed through.
The dry garden is refreshed.
The bird baths are overflowing.
The robins are pecking at wriggling earthworms.
The sun is now shining.
It's so hot and humid.
I grabbed my camera when I noticed a titmouse sheltering from the storm
on the porch candolier.
Sorry, the photos taken through the steamy windows are somewhat blurred.
He/she came with a seed in its beak, probably from the feeder filled yesterday.
Little birdie stayed on the front porch for the duration of the storm,
but after about 15 minutes dropped the seed, then spent 10 more minutes
looking down at it. I missed seeing if it picked it up again before flying off when
the rain stopped.
I love knowing the birds enjoy our front porch and must feel it is a safe shelter.