A brown thrasher has graced my yard. He chairs a gardener’s support group. A mnemonic for his melodious song in which he repeats himself as men my age do is, “Plant a seed, plant a seed; bury it, bury it; cover it up, cover it up; let it grow, let it grow; pull it up, pull it up; eat it, eat it.”
A white-throated sparrow brightens a yard. It’s lovely whistle tells part of the tale of, “Old Sven Peterson, Peterson, Peterson.”
A 60-ton buffalo seen in Jamestown, North Dakota.
White storks roosting on the roof of a house in Austria.
I see snowbirds in my yard in May each year.
Here’s something for you to chew on.
seen in Haines, Alaska.
A Baltimore oriole stopped by today for a bite of jelly.