In spring, it often flies onto my fruit tree and then to the fence looking for some seeds on the ground.
A few times I noticed Mr. (black) and Mrs. (brown) Towhee came together finding food among the little violet flowers,
and then through the iris bushes.
Early in the morning, I sometimes heard one singing not a melodious song, but a simple trill of various speed up on a tree.
"I will be back when spring flowers start to bloom. See you soon."
