Recently, on one of those hot, hazy, humid southeast Virginia days we’ve had, I noticed something fluttering in the flowerbed outside our kitchen window.
I believe this is a thrasher, although I always get those confused with wood thrush.
Whichever species it is, it was definitely enjoying a dust bath on this hot day. (Yes, that bed could use some mulch.)
And after his dust bath, he had a little drink at the nearby bird bath.
Whatever helps our feathered friends make it through a hot summer day.
~These Days Of Mine~
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