Roadside picnics

Thursday morning when we got back from walking the dogs down past the gas tank yards and back, we came upon a bird I have never seen, flitting around at our front gate. One of those ordinary little brown songbirds you might not even notice, but when you looked at this one it flashed a spiky red crown on its head, like a sparrow dressed up for a Flock of Seagulls video.

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