Yeah, okay, so I live in one of the most expensive zip codes in the world, but it’s January and 60 degrees, sunny with no wind. I think I’ll stay. Pine siskins “z” ing at the thistle feeder and lesser goldfinches trying to bat them off. In the feeder next to them house finches, tit mice, and white-crowned sparrows take amiable turns at the seed ports until the scrub jays swoop in and scare everyone off. Then, like kings, the dogs saunter through the yard and even the jays are startled away. The feeders swing empty. Until a towhee comes in, followed by a bold finch, then another, and another…and the drama at the feeder starts over again…

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