is of the pair of rose-breasted grosbeaks who have settled in at my feeder three days in a row.
When I first saw him, the male was turned sideways. When he turned his head every now and then, a gleaming orange splotch lit up like an LED light.
After a day and a half of watching and searching, I finally caught sight of him full frontally: lo and behold, there was his crimson bib. A lovely bird -- with his sable dotted and striped waistcoat, white underbody streaked with brown, defined white stripes around the eyes, and pale peach beak.
If only I had a telephoto lens, but I don't. So the memory of him and her and the photos found online will have to do.
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