I had mentioned a month ago that the Juncos had returned, a flock of a dozen at least, maybe 16 to 18. It’s hard to tell, when seed gets thrown out they’re flitting and jumping and fluttering all over the place. And they’re tough to get a photo of, since at first sight of me, even from inside the dining room, they’re bugging out.
But today I saw a bunch of them out there, maybe 10 or 12, and I got up to the sliding glass door very slowly and quietly so as not to spook them.
They’re well camoflouged in the dead grass but I can spot at least seven of them here.
Welcome to December. May the cute, hoppy, jumping, flitting, fluttering birds be a source of happiness and joy to you today!
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