Young White-crowned Sparrows drove me crazy the first time I saw them. Those light brown/dark brown stripes on the head just didn’t match up with any of the standard photos online. Finally I got it: they were juveniles. Here on a path up on the western ridge I found the two generations feeding together. Apart from the crown plumage there wasn’t any obvious difference between them. Same quick, constant movements, same pecking at food invisible to the distant human eye. About a dozen of them kept together as an extended family.
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