Monday, February 9, 2026

Towhee

Early morning was still quite cold, though not as low as yesterday, but enough to make birds hungry.  A male towhee foraged under the seed feeder alongside a song sparrow.  At the glass dish, birds were pecking dust so I bundled up and carried out more barkbutter balls.  

Turkey vultures swooped over the creek and perched with a view of it.  I think they must remember the year we had cold-stunned fish floating.  

 

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