Well, maybe a little more than blue skies--the sun has rays and the other bird has legs and a beak:
Now I'm going to see how much grass I can plant. The sooner I get it planted, the sooner the sheep will get his fleece.
Then again, the new Longmire book from Craig Johnson has arrived. I may read instead of stitch. That is, of course, if I can grab it before Dearly Beloved runs away with it.