The
birds must be preparing for migration soon. Our juncos are at the ground below,
hopping about in a frenzy trying to locate just the right seed to eat. You have
to wonder about their efficiency, as they pick up several seeds and cast them
away before selecting the one that is for reasons unknown, just right.
Presently
there are a dozen in a rough six-foot circle around the feeder base. These are
curious little birds, and I imagine them as a jittery meeting of small
executioners who are deciding on some fate.
They
will leave soon, as they migrate west to the Berkshire hills or north to the
White Mountains where they summer in the forest country. Our chick-a-dees will
soon do the same, making way for the arrival of our own habitual summer
residents of whom we are fortunate to have.
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