Birding

Today, a cool dawn gave way to a sunny 90 degree August afternoon.
In the summerhouse a titmouse couple scolded me, and a curious hummingbird buzzed 'round.
Surely it is too late for them to be nesting-- what gives?

Peering up into the dark rafters for a nest, I met the half-open golden eyes of a small gray screech owl.
Ah. So it wasn't me they were after.
I'll leave them to it.