As I prepared to fly away to New Hampshire, the garden birds continued
to fly in. . . . . . to the the fig tree which is still producing a lot of fruit.
Most of the sweet, ripe, juicy figs are up high though and beyond our reach.
Yesterday while checking the figs I heard a rustling just above my head.
Looking up I saw this beautiful Brown thrasher, a large but somewhat timid
bird, the size of an American robin, making a meal of the ripe fig.
We actually made eye contact, then I headed to the house to get my camera,
never expecting the bird would still be there when I returned, but it was,
and I managed to get a couple of shots before it flew off.
Special moments in the garden like this make me so happy.
An American robin also paying a visit to the fig tree recently.
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