I spy with my little eye a robin having a bath.
No, I’m not a creepy voyeur. I am geekily excited, though.
If you’ve been around here for any length of time, you know that watching the birds at our feeder is one of my favourite winter past times. The bird feeder has been tucked in the driveshed since spring, so I’ve been missing out on my bird watching.
Last year for my birthday, Matt had a new top made for our birdbath.
When we put away the birdfeeder, we brought out the birdbath. But no one has seemed interested in taking the plunge. In fact, the one day I saw birds bathing in the puddles on the driveway instead of the birdbath. Snobs.
But last week I finally spotted a fastidious robin having a bath. And over the weekend I captured photographic evidence that at least one bird likes my birdbath.
(Shout out to my MIL for my new camera that has a decent zoom that lets me get pictures like this without frightening bathing beauty.)