Towheeblog

The stories are legion now. Ordinary folks, trapped at home, unable to travel or spend three hours in a restaurant, maybe working at a desk by a window, bored enough to begin feeding–or at least noting the local birds–suddenly realizes that there is a busy world beyond freeways, office cubicles, social media and work. No longer does every other pedestrian hurry past a calling crow or perched red-tail. More and more I see other people seeing what we birders have always looked at–vitality in motion, feathered often, or furry or even scaly.

The dog and I took ourselves to the south end of Minto-Brown Park today, hoping to re-find the Pileated we found last time. We had to settle for a duo of colorationists, fauvists, blue-skyers, both males:

Click here for fine essay about a woman who feeds Eastern Bluebirds in her backyard.

FURTHER SIGHTING TODAY

Our junco-tailed scrub-jay is still part of the local gang, peanut hoarders, one and all.