Day 98: During the months of winter, I do not lack birds at my feeders. I only lack variety among the species. Most prevalent of the visitors, the Dark-Eyed Juncos come by the dozen. In fact, many locals call them "snow birds" for their consistent presence. That said, you can't help but feel sorry for these little fellows as they scrabble for seed in the snow, however well equipped they may be for survival. This little chap seemed wistful as he sat in the twisted branches of the contorted filbert, as if asking, "Isn't it ever going to be Spring?" With snow now falling heavily, it's a thought I echo in my own mind.
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