After a cold front and lots of rain, it’s a little soggy in Southern Arizona. ?This morning, I bundled up and took a walk around the neighborhood and found all sorts of bird activity.
There were a dozen White-crowned Sparrows feeding.Until they decided to leave.These Inca Doves were snuggled together in a fir tree watching the world go by.Across the street this noisy young Northern Cardinal was a complete contrast.We’ve been hearing the song of the Bewick’s Wren but I hadn’t identified it until I saw this guy singing his heart out.Neither Sally nor I like the way vultures eye us — “Not Dead Yet.”Thirty to forty Turkey and Black Vultures roost nearby each night.
The last bird of the morning, right beside our little trailer home. was a Hermit Thrush, the state bird of Vermont. Fitting end to a Vermont-like March/April morning.
