Most of the birds come to drink or take a dip. Last week, I caught the Hooded Oriole thoroughly enjoying a bath in the fountain. He's usually quite elusive, flying off the moment I get close to the window with my camera. I've only managed to get a few shots of him. Here's a photo, taken in June, of him looking his usual sleek self.
And here he was last week when he thought no one was looking.
|After a brief mid-air tussle, which I failed to capture, the second bird took off|
|He celebrated having the fountain to himself|
|And surfaced looking a bit scruffy|
|When he flew off, he wasn't well-coiffed but his joy at the dip in the fountain was evident|
In contrast, every evening, after the fountain is turned off, a Mourning Dove appears and simply sits at the edge of the fountain. It remains there, alone, for long periods, just staring out across the garden.