Friday late afternoon a group of White-Throated Sparrows arrived 
in my yard.  Saturday morning I was woken by a loud chorus of Old 
Sam Peabody.

I'm pretty sure I heard a White-Crowned Sparrow yesterday 
afternoon, but wasn't able to eyeball the bird.

Curiously, I still have four or five Juncos, now actually coming 
onto the feeders.  This winter, they all stayed on the ground.

Today the Flicker was back, too, yelling at me all day long from 
the top of his favorite tree while I worked outside.  (I know he 
was just trolling for girls, but boy, he sure sounded like he was 
reading me the riot act!)

Jane
Shoreham