Welcome to my patch of wildness in the middle of suburbia.
Mom and Dad tried to create a wildlife sanctuary in the garden, and I think they succeeded. It is certainly an informal garden, but has a kind of neat wildness about it.
In our Flower Friday post, Jeter asked about bees since there is a lot of concern about their state of health nationwide. While bees are certainly having problems in Virginia too, we have our own colony of bees. Some years ago, Dad built a large birdhouse intended for "our" red-bellied woodpeckers, and he erected it high in one of our white oak trees. No woodpeckers nested in it, but we did have great crested flycatchers live in it. After that, bees moved in.
Here is a closer photo of the house, but without a good telephoto lens, you can't tell that bees inhabit it.
We have a family of bluejays in our yard. They are very colorful and beautiful, but they like to squack a lot. The youngsters perch on branches of the elm tree and flap their wings "helplessly" as their mom or dad go to the suet feeder and bring back food for them.
The young blue jays appear just as large as their parents--and fatter. It's no wonder since mom and dad must not have much time to feed themselves as they tend to their offspring. That must be why the parents like coming to the suet feeder in summer: it's like fast food for them in their busy lives.
Our state bird the cardinal nested in our yard this year too.