Last September, for about a week, one lone Black-headed Grosbeak visited my feeders. The last few weeks I wondered if I would see one this year. Two days ago she (or he) showed up. Each morning since I’ve trekked out back, coffee and camera in hand, waiting for the quiet arrival of my solitary grosbeak.
First the finches, then the yappy House Sparrows, a stray chickadee hidden in the arborvitae, doves that flap and can’t quite land properly, and then my new favorite glides in.
Always alone and quite silent.
Makes me smile.