While waiting to take off for my Choke Canyon State Park camping trip later this day, I sat out in the cold for a few minutes to get some good shots of Woody, the escaped parakeet I have been seeing at my feeders for nearly a week. I named him that after my Grandmother's parakeet Woody. I was surprised that some other bird beauties came back with me sitting outside. Olive was on guard watching for squirrels, as usual.