I look forward to the late fall and winter for all the birds that come back to stay the winter with us. They’re the species that you grow used to, fond of and can often have the most time enjoying, because, unlike the spring and summer migrants they aren’t hiding away while nesting. Winter birds seem to be out in the open more while they busily go about eating. The woodland birds are more visible as they move about in mixed flocks among leafless deciduous trees and the deep green conifers. The water birds seem to hang out closer to land and I can observe them closely with my bare eyes and binoculars and not spend time wishing I had a scope. The shore birds return to the beaches, running up and down the sand and rocks, chattering in their cute little languages and taking off in tight flight formations along the water and back tot he shore again.
Winter birds aren’t bothered by winter weather so I am just as likely to see them on a sunny day or on the days when it is windy and rainy and I know I need to brave the weather to get much needed time outside. They keep me company either way and they inspire me to bundle up and get myself outside even when I really just want to curl up under piles of blankets and kitties. Winter Birds are good for me.