There are birds and then there are special birds. I guess because some of them are so shy and elusive that a rare glimpse makes them really stand out in the bird crowd. That’s how it is around here with the Indigo Bunting. Not frequent visitors to the feeders, the most I can hope for is the sweet melodic tune from a tree line somewhere in the distance. Today was my day of luck. This little one hung around for a while making the day a bit more chipper.
And then there was this guy that just begged to be heard…
“Can you please define hoarding”…
