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.
In the snow, today: Fox Sparrow, Tree Sparrow, Song Sparrow, White Throated Sparrow, Tufted Titmouse, Cardinal, Blue Jay, Mourning Dove, Goldfinch, Slate-Colored Junco. Plus a very cold-looking Robin taking the last few holly berries.
Not too exciting, but it's good to see them all enjoying the free lunch. And you never know when you might see something unusual.
Image: Fox Sparrow. Our eastern version of this large sparrow is rusty red, and likes to scratch on the ground.
I don't know one sparrow from another, but there were lots of those plus a junco, Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal, a mockingbird and a flock of starlings in the snow in our side yard yesterday and today. The mockingbird had decided all the bread scraps were his and wouldn't let a starling get near them.
I've got the usual sparrows, juncos and titmice as well as three pair of cardinals and a whole flock of red-wing blackbirds all around the corn I throw out and the suet cakes. At the feeders the goldfinch are looking a little more golden.
At the feeder from Campbell NY. Juncos, tufted titmices,6 cardinals, bluejays, tons of goldfinches, mourning doves, nuthatch, hairy and downey wood peckers, a bigger woodpecker that I can't remember the name of because my grand child hid the bird book. It has a red spot where its ears should be. The gold finches are starting to turn yellower. Does anyone know where the evening grosbeaks have gone? Havn't seen one in years. They would converge on the feeder and empty it in hours. We also had a pileated woodpecker across the road feeding on sumac berries.