We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Feb. 15th is the normal and usually-reliable date for the blackbirds (flocks of Red-wings, Grackles, Cowbirds) to begin to arrive in my neck of the woods, but not this year. I think there's more snow cover than they want to deal with, even in the swamps. I'll give them an extra week this year and blame it on global cooling.
Not a bird, but I found a cute White-Footed Mouse in my birdseed bag late this afternoon. I like those little buggers, happy to feed them too. Picked him up by the tail, gave him a little pat on the head, and put him back.
One interesting bird-watching aspect of urban life - at least in a town like Atlanta with tons of trees - is that birds like the Thrasher will tolerate humans at much closer distance than they will in suburban / country settings. There were tons of Thrashers where I grew up in S.C., but it wasn't until I lived in Atlanta I got to eyeball them up close for extended periods of time. Once had a Robin and Thrasher right under foot, scrambling for the same bug, which did crawl under my foot, and then the two birds jousted at it for a second before I guess they got the willies from my presence!!