The yard seems eerily still this afternoon. Nothing stirs, other than the occasional flock of Yellow-rumped Warblers foraging in the wax myrtle.
They chirp softly to each other as they feed, and their muffled voices make me feel as if I should speak in a whisper.
It’s a perfect afternoon to crawl under a warm blanket, call the cats to join me, and lose myself in a new book.
Rae Spencer 
Beautiful photos of the Warbler, Rae, and I love how you feel how you should whisper around them. And I hope you followed the suggestion of the last line!