A White Beard

Under the cloudy morning sky, birds are flying into my backyard for their breakfast.  More seeds have been consumed as the weather gets colder.  Every morning I replenish with more mixed seeds, roasted sunflower seeds, and new suet into the feeders.

This morning I saw one returnee sparrow.  I heard him talking to House Sparrows, Golden-crowned Sparrows, and a Song Sparrow in the backyard.

"Ta, ta... do you remember me?  I am one of your cousin sparrows."

"It's been a long time since I was here last time.  I'm glad

 there are enough seeds around here."

"I am a tan-striped White-throated Sparrow."