During the brother’s re-union weekend, Miss Kitty had to re-arrange her entire life around the presence of Murphy (see below).
She has innovative ways to maneuver around the house.
The NOT Miss Kitty
Murphy sleeps on his bed in the Blue Room
Besides the hummingbirds, there was the contingent of birds being fed by Uncle Tommy. Here is one I have not been able to identify. It was attacking the curious dogwood berries (or whatever they are).
Later, when we went down to the sad looking, drought-striken pond, there were no birds of note within photo perimeters, and the turtles were our entertainment.