The weather remained frigid today--zero when I woke up this morning. The fields were frozen, so there weren't even Killdeer picking at the ground. I wasn't that cold, scanning the fields, but I wasn't inclined to test how long it would take for me to start freezing. Tuesday is the anniversary of our finding the lapwings and I said to Shari today that we should make a journey out there that day just to see if magic happens twice.
Meanwhile, our Pine Warbler rarities continue. They like the peanut butter, but somehow haven't figured out that they aren't hummingbirds and that it would be more efficient to actually land on the pine cone, rather than hover and pick at it. The Carolina Wrens have figured it out.
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