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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