A couple of steps out our backdoor there is an arbor that for many months of the year is awash in flowers. This is the driest time of year and there are no flowers and the leaves are sparse. Through the twigs, though, you can see a mother and father bird guarding a nest. They hold stock-still as you approach. Here's a photo from a few feet away. Spring rains are coming.
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