Beaker got a light bath from the late afternoon sun streaming through the window on his way to his cage on his stick. He liked the light bath, but he wasn’t so sure about the camera.
I know there is a bit of “déjà vu all over again” in today’s spread, but the roses were speaking to me, and another super-wide photo of the cleared property with a bare cottonwood and a stormy sky was too much to resist. The late afternoon sun shining through the bird’s coleus created interesting patterns, as well.