Sparrow Sings
I see the White-crowned Sparrows mostly on the ground, pecking at edibles invisible to my eyes. It was a treat to see this one on top of the beautiful ceanothus bush on the north side of the park, singing his little heart out. I say “his” because it’s the males that do the singing nearly all the time. The noisy droning of an airplane overhead didn’t interrupt his performance.
These sparrows are quite remarkable birds, as I’ve written here previously, so if you want to know more, look at this string of posts about them, especially this one.
