These are the parents of the curve-billed thrasher triplets living in the cholla behind the barn.
I'm not sure which is the father and which is the mother, but I appreciate
how they both check in with me regularly from the front porch.
If they're looking for parenting advice, they've come to the wrong place.
Mom or Dad is usually in the vicinity
when I'm poking around the cholla ...
...and the cholla is poking around me.
The perils of the paparazzi.
Mom or Dad was busy gathering lunch this day.
I presume he or she planned on chewing up that big fat juicy bug
before serving it to the young 'uns.
I waited until it finished transferring the bug and flew off again
before returning to see what the chicklets were up to.
Two of the them were sound asleep, while the third
rested his head on the edge of the nest...
...with his mouth wide open, waiting for more.