Look what’s been visiting my feeder! It’s a Painted Bunting. We hear him singing all day long and run to the window when he sounds close. There are two males that we know of. They are elusive and getting a good look at them takes persistence and diligence. Last evening, David and I sat on the porch with a camera, two pair of binoculars and iced tea. It has become our entertainment – much better than a movie. We were rewarded with a good show. The male was singing his heart out, hidden, while his mate ate her fill. I suppose he was drawing attention to himself to keep her safe. Then, he had his turn. As soon as the sun set, they were gone, snug in their nest for the night, but back again first thing this morning. Such magnificence in such a tiny package. The handiwork of a creative heavenly Father.