One of the days we were having 40 mph winds, Jean happened to spot an oriole in the elm tree in the side yard. This is a rare sighting here. The tree branches were being thrashed about as the poor thing tried to hang on. It was upside-down, right-side up, being swept off one branch as it was being beaten by another, all while I tried to get a decent picture. I was afraid it would be a futile effort, but I couldn’t help applaud its tenacious effort.