I sat on the back patio, swathed in pyjamas and two polar fleece bathrobes, fuzzy socks, and gardening clogs with my coffee, my feet heater, binoculars, my P&S Canon, and anti-starling air rifle. Saw lots of birds, scared off a flock of 35-40 starlings, and got a few photos. Only so-so because of the distance, lack of tripod, and dismal day, but better than none.

An RB-Dub, chowing down on cayenne-laced goor-met suet. We have a few, but they’re all called RB/RB-Dub/RBW.

One of the Bloos. They’d been eating peanuts all morning; he was just checking out the food I’d put down for my white-throated sparrows and juncos.

The Eastern Towhee was actually the reason I went in to get the camera. I’ve seen him a couple of times, but only briefly. This time, I had mixed seed scattered in that area, so he hung around. The White-throated Sparrow boy was a bonus; I didn’t even realise he was in the shot until I unloaded the camera. I must’ve been so focused on trying to hold the camera still at 60x zoom to get a shot of the towhee that would be recognisable as a bird. Anyway, a crap shot is less crappy when it’s a twofer!