You look out the window and there is a flash of orange. The reddest of reds and the yellowest of yellows. LBJs – that’s shorthand for ‘little brown jobs” – by the boatload. And so many songs.
It is time for the spring migration at our bird feeder. And you never know what the day will bring.
We are the most modest of birders. That means that Patty and I have binoculars and…
