One Deep Breath-Feathered Friends

wings splash cooling dusty feathers in the birdbath
It's been so incredibly dry here in Michigan this summer ...our grass is brown, the flowers growth has been stunted, and the wildlife are searching for moisture. Each morning, I find my birdbath tipped over, as if some creature has toppled it on himself for a cold shower in the night! As soon as I fill it up, birds gather eagerly, waiting their turn to splish, splash around.
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