I took a break before starting supper and went out in the yard to listen for birds. There should be several species migrating. A phoebe (a flycatcher) repeated its name from a perch I couldn’t find in the catalpa.
The phoebe flew to the trees by the barn.
They were still almost impossible to find in all the foliage.
And then …. and then …. one phoebe landed on the edge of the barn roof. Its song was a rendition of “fee bee, fee bay.
They nested in the barn three years ago. The nest was in a convenient place on the side of a rafter where I could take pictures of the young ones.
My fingers are crossed, hoping they will nest here again.
I took this picture in 2013.