Evening magpie
creeps my wet lawn and (ignoring the idiom)
                                     

                  spears a worm.

I think my favourite bird of all is the plain old, black and white Australian magpie. Although on close inspection the black is some sort of psychedelic midnight-dark rainbow blue.
The dawn chorus warble often runs counterpoint through my morning meditation. It sounds like home.

I mowed our lawn today and this evening I sit outside smelling the freshly cut grass, sipping a beer, and watching as a young pair proudly strut around searching for worms and bugs and suchlike.
I note that it is not just the early bird that gets it.

Featured image: Terri Sharp