And birds are everywhere we go. When I lived in New York City, there was a pigeon who persistently came in my (screenless) bedroom window and tried to build a nest on my desk. One day I came home and found a perfect pigeon egg on my pillow. I kept that egg for many years before it finally broke to pieces.
Here are some of the birds I saw with this week.
A winter robin in bird-berry heaven.
It's like some kind of bird morse code.
A big puddle of rainwater and snowmelt attracted lots of seagull action.
You can see lots more bird photos here.
I'll leave you with a stanza of Wallace Stevens' 13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird:
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.