A female and male bluebird checking out a birdhouse in the Swan Valley.
There is something about songbirds this time of year that can catch the ear, eye and heart of even the most preoccupied person.
It doesn't matter where: mountain tops, middle of the prairie, downtown, uptown.
It doesn't matter what you call them: tweety birds, little brown jobs, neotropical migrants.
Songbirds are nesting, raising young and – at least the males – singing their blessed little hearts out.
Sure a dedicated birder with keen hearing can tell the difference between the songs of a savannah sparrow and vesper sparrow. Or with a quick glance through binoculars, identify a chestnut coll...
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