While strolling one meets the park regulars. I miss the hordes of titmice and chickadees.
The robins in the park now have arrived from up north. Our robins went south. There are seeds and berries, so these hearty robins are surviving in the winter cold.
I was following some white throated sparrows when I saw movement. Wait! That's not a sparrow. Oh joy, an illusive Carolina wren.