I admire your luck sir, what is your name? "Finch. Gold Finch. And I'll have a martini. Shaken, not stirred."

"The R.O.U.S. really do exist Mr. Goldfinch, now get thee hence from this tree so I can save us all!"

A Wood Duck hen and Eclipse male flying from stream to pond on a late summer day. The male is one of the most colorful ducks of North America in the spring, but he only retains the red eye and the colorful beak in late summer, his eclipse plumage.

A male American Goldfinch flew out of some pine trees north of me directly south to a group of sunflowers, and while in flight a small bird came out of the meadow and flew right by its side and landed with the male on a sunflower . . .

"Woohoo for National Hummingbird Day!" hoots our little feathered friend, a juvenile male Ruby-throated Hummingbird. Look at that beautiful start to his gorget, and no doubt he will someday sport a beautiful full ruby throat to help him attract a mate as well as defend his territory . . .

"Our conductor for today is Li'l Miss Ruby, and before she heads south for her winter residency in South America, she graciously agreed to lead our flowers in beautiful arrangements of In The Garden and Flight of the Bumblebee. Enjoy!" Ah one, Ah two, Ah three . . .