|Tufted Titmouse on the window feeder|
However, about Noon, with cookies unbaked in a dead over and dismal rain coming heavier, our flock of Evening Grosbeaks arrived. They still number 40+ individuals.
So many people long to see just one Evening Grosbeak, while I have dozens visiting daily. How I can explain my good fortune? Is it due to:
- Clean living?
- Superior virtue?
- Reward for working so hard to learn my birds?
- A months-long, inexhaustible supply of black oil sunflower seed?
- All of the above?
- None of the above?
- Dumb luck (emphasis on the dumb)?