Fattening Up

These guys (white-throated sparrows) are busy getting ready to leave for points north - sometimes WAY north - where they will breed. There are generally at least 20 of them bopping around when ever I serve up some food. And the dawn chorus is full of their song "Oh, Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody" - or if you prefer "Oh, sweet Canada, Canada, Canada" - presumably depending on whether they breed in the northern parts of the US or in Canada. HAHAHAHA!