After days of miserable heat, humidity and no rain in the Twin Cities, a break finally occurred yesterday. In the few days before, birds were quiet and looked uncomfortable with their wings drooping and panting, even when in the shade.
The last twenty-four hours brought loads of rain and loads of chirpy birds. It was practically a party of brown birds on my window ledge this morning with hoards of house finches, house sparrows and chickadees:
Sometimes I'll smudge some suet on the walls for chickadees and woodpeckers, this morning a young sparrow decided to give clinging a try. I started to tell the bird that it's not supposed to be able to do that, but when does it do any good to tell the young what they can't do?