My in-laws garden is also a haven for several varieties of birds.
While we were there, a baby mockingbird was blasting his song out for all to hear.
Southern California mockingbird have a song that is so loud and so persistent that many people find they no longer like having mockingbirds in the neighborhood.
Usually one bird will stake his claim to an area and spend all day and all night flying a set pattern between perches.
Once I spotted the branch this loud mouth had chosen it was easy see him.
It took zooming in on him with my camera to discover he was still a baby with downy feathers and short tail and wing feathers.
Then he would look up...
And then he would let rip with a series of notes.
Wee wee wee...chirp, chirp, kree kree...cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger...
(I am not making that last part up. That is what the song sounded like!)
And begin his song again.
Then wing away to one of his territorial perches.
Want to hear him in action?
A steady chitter came from a flock of English sparrow that swooped in and out of a pepper tree behind the property finally revealed a Mama Sparrow and her baby fledgelings that still shamelessly demanded to be fed.
Zooming in with my camera I could see the short wing feathers and downy bits still on the fat baby birds.
A few moments later I was in for a surprise.
Goldfinches swarm about in our snowy garden at home, steadily taking a thistle seed one at a time from our window bird feeder.
I thought it was such a visual treat to see the goldfinches feeding on dandelions blooming on the wire fence.
My father-in-law Hal said he had seen the birds out there before but had thought somebody's canary had gotten loose.
Funny how an old rusty hurricane fence looks so artistic with the addition of a goldfinch perching on it!
I did mention that it was up to 92 degrees out there didn't I?
The garden lizards were enjoying the bright warm sunshine in their usual fashion.
Lizard: Are you lookin' at me?
Me: Yes, I am looking at you. I think you are very cute little baby lizard.