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Out on the front walk.

Maybe they were canvassing. Has anyone secured the bird vote yet??

I'm guessing it's the funky weather. I think they do know something you don't. I'm guessing one morning you'll find polar bears out on the front walk. I just hope you're able to make it back to the house to post about it.

Doug K

a friend has a small farm in a dry bit of Wyoming. He went to a Agricultural Extension Service meeting, to talk about the water supply predictions for the next few years. The scientist said he was basically guessing, prediction is no longer possible "since we broke the weather".
The weather is broken, the birds are adapting..
On the farm, the blue-winged teal are arriving earlier and staying longer: they used to blow through in a week or two, now stay for months.



Don't look now, but there was snow...OK, sleet...upstate in the Adirondacks yesterday.

It might have confused them.

Strudel guy

The dark-eyed juncos are my friends. We've already had numerous hard freezes here in the Piedmont of Virginia and they have favorably sharpened my memory of my native upstate New York at this time of year. I first met the dark-eyed juncos in the spring of 2005 while carrying a pack along the spine of the Blue Ridge on the Appalachian Trail in Georgia, North Carolina and Tennessee. Their gentle chirps and white-blazed tail feathers became familiar and welcome companions, especially on days when I was very nearly a beaten man. It was when I was the most hurting and drained, weakened and dimmed, that my spirit was at its lowest ebb, that I was open enough and my mind quiet enough to appreciate those birds. In turn, at times like those, the birds seemed to sense my beat down condition and were less likely to skitter away at my approach, but instead would hop along the trail just feet ahead of me. Over time, as I learned to walk in the woods, I also learned to see more than just the juncos, which was exactly why I had come to the woods in the first place. In the winter, at least down here, the dark-eyed juncos come down from the high country some miles to the west and mob the thistle seed in the feeders. I'm glad to see them, these friends of mine. In summer we feed hummingbirds; in the winter, it's the dark eyed juncos, down from the mountains for a snack.


I have to laugh: my sister saw the same thing in her yard in northern Ohio, and is also worried that they know something the rest of us don't. They usually are in her yard 2 weeks later.

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