It's a sure sign that the seasons are changing, when you start seeing new seasonal birds frequent your yard.
Generally, the first of the winter residents I become aware of are white-throated sparrows singing about poor Sam Peabody lost in the bushes. (The sparrows are lost in the bushes, not poor Sam. Of course, he may be since I have never seen him.) But yesterday, I was sitting on the front porch and saw a brown creeper working its way up the trunk of a tree.
Can winter be far behind?
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