There's about an hour between each of these photographs. The first, an hour after I put her outside. Wings are drying.
Then she moved back up to the top of a leaf.
And snuggled into a curl.
Leave me alone, paparazzi!
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."