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“Sparrows, as always, are the most abundant of our city birds. It is never glory time for them. As always, they do the best they can. Which isn't very much. They forever peck away and, in some cock-eyed fashion, survive the day. Others—well, who said life was fair? They hope, as the old spiritual goes, that His eye is on all the sparrows and that He watches over them. And you. And me.”
Studs Terkel, Studs Terkel’s Chicago, 1985
bird.o.the.day@gmail.com I think the crane can handle the load.
bird.o.the.day@gmail.com Their heads were scanning back and forth so much it looked like the cormorants were working security for the ferry. “All clear, Cap’n!”
bird.o.the.day@gmail.com Each October I look forward to two days: Yankee Elimination Day, the day the New York Yankees’ season ends, and Widgeon Return Day, when those charming little squeakers return from their summer sojourn up north. This year we celebrated Widgeon Return Day at Golden
bird.o.the.day@gmail.com John Eckhardt, one of We Happy Few, set up a camera at his backyard feeder for an up close and way-too-personal angle.