Yea, they directed
their servants the Cardinals, the Robins, the Blue Jays, the Blue Birds and a host of others to leave tokens of their appreciation so that we might find them and understand the honor they bestowed upon us.
Their glorious presence have left us speechless. The honor has robbed us of a glib tongue.
We have been humbled before the Gods as they have deigned to grace us with twittering and poop in our Garden of Eden.
Lo, the Gods have instilled us with wisdom, yea with the knowledge they will return each summer to so gift us.
This history doth testify to the events of this summer so that we might look back and remember. So it is written.
In other words the birds got the fruits of our labors from the straw bale garden. Not sure what to do about that but we’ll try to figure something out for next year. We do have a few things left and I took pictures.
I believe what is growing here is a honeydew melon.
Not sure what this is, could be another honeydew melon.
Not sure what this hairy thing is either.
Just a pretty picture of the flowers. Better them than poop, right?
So you know this calls for a video, right? Here are The Byrds: