I was sitting here perched for shotgun. But this bird kept on singing outside the window. So I went to get my binoculars and bird book - wanted to try to identify it from it's song. There it goes again - 4 sharp shrills, then 5 or 6, but mostly four. I think it's mad that I didn't fill my feeders...
While I was away for a minute, gilmer takes shotgun out from under my nose. But I was warming up the buses waiting for weasel to show up.