Saturday Morning on the Porch

The cats and I are are enjoying a Saturday morning respite on the porch, listening to the morning chorus. From my perch I wouldn't know that songbirds are endangered. The music continues with all the texture of a Baroque concerto.

At least one of us is fascinated by the visitors feasting at our new feeder. The other two are sleeping in the sun, oblivious to the ever changing scene which would have caused such a stir in their younger years.

As I write, a goldfinch is perched atop the lucite dome. Young cardinals and blue jay are dining next to a beautiful pair of purple finch. Ah, an adult blue jay just showed up, and off they all flew. Teenagers must be the same the world over.