Our kitchen windows look out onto the garden and fields. There is a stone ruin that the chipmunks and a meadow vole make their home, and this overgrown lilac holds our feeders. Neither of us ever considered ourselves “twitchers,” but in the past year, we’ve delighted in recording the birds who’ve stopped by for a rest and a meal — the red-bellied woodpecker, brown-headed cowbird, the families of Northern mockingbirds, an indigo bunting, the sweet hummingbirds. Even Bode kitty befriended a female cardinal, who daily tapped on glass pane and waited for the cat to come running.
We know that winter is not far off. The juncos have returned.