Both song and white throat hunted in the mulch this morning, along with doves. I saw a chickadee poking there too. On the feeder, the usual: chickadees, finches, cardinals. A squirrel finally appeared - the first I've seen since before Sandy. The song sparrow at the birdbath looks like a 19th century politician with muttonchops. The white throat on the steps is more elegant.
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