by Nona Estrin
Recently we’ve had a couple of migration stragglers. A lone fox sparrow is kicking around in the brush at the edge of the lawn with newly arrived American tree sparrows, on time for their annual winter stay. A single grackle too, and a red-bellied woodpecker, not expected at all, likely from further south. And us? We spend more time indoors, more time glancing out at the trees and feeders, our connection to nature, rationed now, by short icy days.