We have an inhabitant of our birdhouse. According to Jenny, it's some sort of wren. Meanwhile, the birdbath project is onto Birdbath 2.0 because the Birdbath 1.0 design was irrecoverably flawed. The sun was blistering the coating on the birdbath bowl.
In a recent spate of pictures, I got to see the back of my own head. My hair is going away there. Eek. Getting old. My hair isn't supposed to be turning to peach fuzz, but there you go. I will soon look like Larry of the Three Stooges.