Today the thaw seems to be continuing - its 37 (3 C), and the platform feeder in the back is not higher that the surrounding snow pack by a few inches.
So here are questions for the psychologists (real or wannabe) out there: With so little color in my current world, why am I compelled to post black and white birds from last year's March trip to tropical Trinidad? Is it memory of warm climes, jungles and marshes? Green backgrounds? Or some perverse fixation on winter that simultaneously smug about being tough enough for a New England winter and so weary of it that a world of color is a world away?
Whatever ... a few birds from Trinidad ...
|White-headed Marsh Tyrant|
|Pied Water Tyrant|