January proves to be a frustrating month for me, birdwatching. A few birds might arrive before I leave for work, but most often they are scarce at that time of the morning, just as day breaks. When I arrive home, the sun is heading down, and they have disappeared for the day. The seed level in my feeders tells me that they have come and gone, with the exception of my little American tree sparrow. He (0r she) is solitary and faithful, pecking away in the feeders or around the deck, morning and night. Some days it is the only bird I see.
