Well, I thought I was done posting for today, but a loggerhead shrike just HAD to come along and sit right in the backyard, among the starlings and grackles. First, he sat on the fence, waiting for fate to bring him his next hapless victim.
Then, he flew to a bush in the yard, trying to catch a butterfly that was visiting the flowers.
After failing to catch the butterfly, he perched on the fence again. His beak is slightly open in this picture as he curses at the butterfly under his breath.
Finally, he flew up to the powerline before going to try his luck somewhere else.