It finally stopped raining long enough to staep out and take a look at the world and what should happen while I do? A bird lands on my head. I reached up to shoosh the critter along and it flew over to a corner of the garden where my tomato cages lay waiting to be used so I walked over to see what it was and its a Ruby-Crowned Kinglet. We see them often here, just not this early. Our paper said that there were a few around. This guy seemed awful weak and wasn't the least bit willing to leave its new roost. I wonder if the cooler temps and harsh winds have the little guy just plain wore out?
