I was making my breakfast this rainy and windy yesterday morning (the first proper moisture in two months) and I carelessly looked out the window at my feeders. I saw a bird that looked different than the usual ones, and then it dawned on me — a Harris’s Sparrow, a life bird for me!
I had to run downstairs to my bedroom to get my camera, hoping the bird wouldn’t leave. In fact, he stayed around all day. He was in the yard when my mother and I returned home from our trip to pick up almost 1,000 shelterbelt trees, and then at the end of the day when we came back from my egg run in town.
Here’s my first photograph of the sparrow,
