tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post8614790049867305043..comments2023-08-14T10:23:04.082-04:00Comments on My Green vermont: Bright MorningEulalia Benejam Cobbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-26849163837533950292009-02-06T19:09:00.000-05:002009-02-06T19:09:00.000-05:00Joya, Indigo would say, believe what you need to a...Joya, Indigo would say, believe what you need to about robins.<BR/><BR/>Bridgett, but can you tell the dozens of different sparrows apart? I sure can't. They all look like little brown birds to me.Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-20238586416238131642009-02-06T06:35:00.000-05:002009-02-06T06:35:00.000-05:00Junco was the first bird I identified with a field...Junco was the first bird I identified with a field guide--I'd been calling them sparrows. That was 6 years ago. Totally hooked.<BR/><BR/>We have stubborn robins, too. Or maybe they're visiting from Canada.Bridgetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843150280542615265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-6141352922587163652009-02-05T15:23:00.000-05:002009-02-05T15:23:00.000-05:00I'm hopelessly ignorant about birds (my grandfathe...I'm hopelessly ignorant about birds (my grandfather would be ashamed!), so I don't know what a junco is or what color a goldfinches winter feathers are. But, there's a lone robin outside my window right now braving the 20 degree weather. I'd like to think of him as a harbinger of spring, but I'm pretty sure there are stubborn robins around here who never, ever fly south for winter.Joyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12937240526462234563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-71649154572538465922009-02-05T13:18:00.000-05:002009-02-05T13:18:00.000-05:00Craig, I don't know what those chickadee calls mea...Craig, I don't know what those chickadee calls mean either, but there's a call they start making around March that brings on mud season.<BR/><BR/>Indigo, yes, isn't hope the thing with feathers...?Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-12430762468474393452009-02-05T13:04:00.000-05:002009-02-05T13:04:00.000-05:00Believe what you need to about the goldfinches.(I ...Believe what you need to about the goldfinches.<BR/><BR/>(I am soooo far behind in my blog reading. And I need to get back to work, but...)Indigo Buntinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11387698096732697805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-6633050390502774292009-02-05T11:25:00.000-05:002009-02-05T11:25:00.000-05:00I think my favorite thing about winter in Vermont ...I think my favorite thing about winter in Vermont was hearing chickadees. Their "chick-a-dee-dee-dee" was so happy, and their two-note hollow whistle, like a depressed cuckoo, was so sad. Surely they were used for different things, but I never learned what.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-51901455842606996832009-02-05T10:13:00.000-05:002009-02-05T10:13:00.000-05:00I think juncos are such elegant little birds--all ...I think juncos are such elegant little birds--all that gray and bluish white and those bright yellow beaks.Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-38565207945472306832009-02-04T14:36:00.001-05:002009-02-04T14:36:00.001-05:00I mean goldfinches. Duh.I mean goldfinches. Duh.Bridgetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843150280542615265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-55734433757930439682009-02-04T14:36:00.000-05:002009-02-04T14:36:00.000-05:00I'm with Lexi. Paws crossed by the fire.Our giolf...I'm with Lexi. Paws crossed by the fire.<BR/><BR/>Our giolfinches still look wintry to me--and the juncos are still residing in the magnolia tree.Bridgetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843150280542615265noreply@blogger.com