white-throated sparrows
A family of white-throated sparrows has been hanging around in my backyard lately, eating seeds and drinking from my 'pond'. They make chipping noises but also sound like a chickadee, with a festive 5-note song.
I've never seen this bird in The District before, possibly because bird populations vary from year to year by species. Perhaps this is a 'big' year for the white-throated sparrow.
Went out with the two woofers from Tuscon and Skwurl last night to JRs for a bit. It was too crowded for me, but I'm happy to report there was no poop smell there like I've smelled before. You people read my blog, you respond accordingly, and I'm happy. Thank you for refraining from pooping at JRs - because I know it when you dealt it.
One blog can make a difference.
presumably birdshit is better than bullshit....and sense they simply chirp and whistle -- one won't be inundated with "it's for the children" crap or "gap kids" photo-op....meanwhile, a recent program would place kids at the beach for an intoxicating 15-30 minutes before grazing off to high corn syrup and processed cheese food sandwiches.
can you tell the coast has been inundated with no child left behind whereas everyone is left behind. presumably, it's much better hearing birds since the codex speak that is being taught in some "educational" or "environmental" context certainly approaches nothing like the rosetta stone. it seems more like divine letting a spawning mackerel swim up edith massey's channel....oops, you just tripped over a glass vial or vile -- seemingly it equates when posing in a jockstrap becomes beefcake or richard mcbeef or john hinkley stemming from taxi driver -- yet, the codex of emotional detachment makes one giggle when staring into the nature of some birds and how small humans become when they forget that the earth really doesn't need them. and so, c u l8r becomes an example of a short visit to much of anything, as current programs have people bombing, shooting, and peeping into the existence of others and leaving short dialogue as c u l8r.
therefore, are they being introduced to conversation ?? as an introduction to the riches of colorado -- outside of the lower chakras -- would be a muffin and hot water....it's amusing to some, yet, ultimately it's such a retarded display of anything approaching the richness of any renaissance prior to some bungled toe-steps attempting to dance. somehow, i exited the train before fascist scumbag aesthetic entered the curriculum -- and each time some attempt to feed me a dish, i vomit profusely. my gag reflex is fine -- it's merely bad cooking.
these days, the birds are oftentimes more entertaining than people.
Nice looking birds for sparrows. They's make a nice snack for the Sharp Shinned that's been hanging around my deck that past few weeks. I've posted a couple photos.
The poop smell? That guy went to the Black Party, I heard.
I thought I saw some chickadees (they could have been white-throated sparrows if they have yellow on them) on Kalorama Road on Sunday...I noticed them mostly because of the distinct yellow coloring which I'm not used to around here. Of course, I'm not expert birder.
Jimbo - Love your sparrow collage! You should do a rainbow bird collage for Gay Pride with cardinals, baltimore orioles, indigo bunting, bluebird,and so on - a veritable rainbow of eastern songbirds!
I wonder how they got the white throats?? :-)
cute birdies.
A very timely post. We see them in our neighborhood (Logan) too, but mainly we hear them. They woke us up one night when we slept with the window open. Their call can be quite annoying when repeated ad infinitim at 4am. Partner's quote: "Jesus Christ, bird, shut the fuck up. If you ain't gotta piece yet it ain't gonna happen." Much better than House Sparrows, though.
Link to call: http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/White-throated_Sparrow.html#sound
We had a small flock of grackles (50 to 100) stop for a few days in our backyard tree (here in Houston). Their "singing" mainly consists of a sound that can only be descibed as very loud "fingernails being scraped across a chalboard". The good news was they don't make much noise at night and they leave during the day, but they wake at dawn and return for "party time" at dusk and the noise is unimaginable.
Eventually a pack of evil robins chased them away: I never realized how mean robins can be when they're migrating.