This time of year, the birds are busy doing their mating and baby-raising activities. There are a lot of predators out too. I’ve increased the amount of seed I put out, to help the hectic parents with feeding the little ones.

There was a HUGE bang against the front window yesterday—even the dogs jumped up. Birds hit the windows on a regular basis, but only rarely does anybody get hurt, so I didn’t think anything of it. But this morning, when I came back from walking the dogs, I glimpsed a flash of peacock blue, and realized instantly what it was. My heart squeezed for the beautiful bird that lay on the ground below the window. It had been killed instantly. Even in death, the glorious colors are magnificent.