|16 birds here. Can you see them?|
|I think they're pine siskins, by the streakiness, the size, and the activity.|
|Eating the dried alder cones. And chirping in between bites.|
Some of the birds weren't twittering:
At the eastern end of the lagoon, a congress of crows was having a convention. Every one of them had something urgent to say, and they weren't waiting for microphones. I wonder what they were discussing. Maybe the new buds all over the branches, signs of coming spring?