Nowadays my affairs with the wild tribes are less hair- raising, attended often via an Adirondack chair on my covered back porch. On one side of said porch hangs a bluebird nest box from the local Audubon chapter, and in which, not a bluebird, but a pair of gorgeous golden prothonotary warblers built a leafy nest.
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