Golden Baltimore Oriole

I heard and spotted the first Baltimore Orioles down the road from the house two days ago on one of my long and ongoing cardiac rehab walks—I'll be in "rehab" for as long as I have a cardiac—but, until today, the brilliant and melodious birds were not paying me a visit. Their annual arrival is always cause for great joy, especially in the time of the plague, when we can use any and every opportunity to celebrate something... anything... human or natural... or both. The guy Orioles finally arrived "home" this afternoon, and they promptly started singing their exquisite notes. The concert continued off and on—I hope any lady birds in the area were suitably impressed—until the sun started to set and turn the singers a warm shade of golden brown. It's an optical illusion, of course—the head feathers are actually solid black—but I can't think of a more pleasant sun-engendered subterfuge.