I'm usually first alerted to foraging tree sparrows by their thin wispy tseet notes - contact calls by which they talk to each other. Sooner or later, the flock will take wing, blowing low over the ochre prairie like delicate little leaves on the wind. Their sweetly musical flight notes sound like tiny icicles shattering. The tree sparrow and its subtle melodies mesh perfectly with the barren prairies of winter.
Should you have an interest, I wrote in more detail about American Tree Sparrows HERE.


4 comments:
This post read like poetry. Thank you.
Thanks, Elaine - glad you enjoyed it!
...these are some of my favorite birds too! Our little flock hasn't shown up at our feeders yet this year. I'm watching for them...
I don't see enough of these little guys! Even when winter gets really mean come February or so, they hardly make it to our feeders. Nice photos.
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