On a completely unrelated note, here is a picture of a baby blue jay. It is much cuter than a picture of my frying garden, I'm sure, even if I had fried garden pictures available to share.
|Blue Jay fledgling|
It was looking around and squawking, most likely for its Mother. It let me get quite close to it before finally flying a short distance away, confirming its fledgling status. (Sometimes baby blue birds will wander from the nest a couple days before they are able to fly.)
|Is my Mother over there?|
|You're not my Mother! Where is she?|