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A gorilla wearing a water tub: your argument is invalid.


A wild white-throated sparrow spends some time chillin' in the Kea exhibit.
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White-throated sparrow. For some reason, for a short time today--perhaps fifteen minutes while I was doing paperwork--there was a flurry of songbird activity outside my office window. It seemed concentrated around a bare spot where snow had melted away, but it also included titmice assailing the eaves above the window, apparently grabbing insects from corners and cobwebs. The titmice were what drew my attention, but I didn't get any good shots of them.


Male northern cardinal.


White-breasted nuthatch.
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I wrote the other day that the callery pear trees look nice right now. When I was researching them for the 365 project I often found them described as 'overused.' That may be so, but in April when we are so starved for the beauty of life, you can't fault those who planted the trees along city streets.
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Photo by [livejournal.com profile] cottonmanifesto.
Urban Species #043: White-throated sparrow Zonotrichia albicollis

The white-throated sparrow, like the junco, lives in the northern third of North America during the summer, but migrates through and into Boston and points south in the winter. The southernmost part of their summer range is just north and west of Boston, so we may have some year-round presence of these birds. Over the twentieth century their range has spread south, and from high elevations to lower ones. Their most conspicuous habitat requirement is low thick brush. Suburban shrubbery, brush piles, and Phragmites reeds (as pictured above) suit them well. In summer they eat insects, while in winter they survive on the seeds of weeds and other herbaceous plants. Like other seed-eating birds, they are occasional visitors to birdfeeders.

I encounter them while walking along the Riverway; groups of 5 to 10 birds flitting about the reeds. When I stop to watch or photograph them, they freeze for a moment, and then disappear. Early and late in the season I hear them sing. The guides transcribe the rhythm of their mournful song as "Old Sam Peabody Peabody Peabody."

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