Last Wednesday was the only day with promised sunshine, so my theory is, if I’m going to get out of bed at 4:00 a.m. so I can hang out with wild birds before going to the office, I try to pick the day with the best weather. It was cold, but clear.
Of course the crows are in charge of all this. I had maybe a total of 20 crows from Jackson to Randolph. Sometimes I am not quite sure if they are simply reappearing as clones of themselves. This is very frustrating to me, since they apparently have no problem distinguishing me from other humans. Do they sit around worrying that we all look alike and then study certain individuals they want to remember? I do recognize the crow below as being Fuzzy, one of last summer’s crop of youngsters, so named because of his rounded head.
There were not many birds on the lake, but I did manage to get a few images.
A few Coots have arrived. As far as I could tell the Canada Goose and the Coot were getting along.
Common Goldeneye are still…common.
There was one Pied Billed Grebe in the harbor…a nice surprise.
Later that afternoon on land, in Millennium Park, one of two Northern Cardinals
and one of several White-Throated Sparrows that have been there all winter.
As I sit here pondering our first true snowfall of the season, which is due overnight, I am also wondering why so many people are behaving like it’s going to be 3 to 7 feet instead of 3 to 7 inches…
…no need to be in a hurry.