Friends

Not that THEY are friends, exactly. They're MY friends. It's been a cold and wet day so the birds were a bit frantic about eating. No snow though, just cold rain.

My pal the hermit thrush, and a nicely posing white-throated sparrow. Both of them will be off up north when they think the time is right. The hermit thrush will disappear first, although I don't really know when he leaves. I do know that the sparrow tends to leave during the first week or so of May.