tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399953666507652031.post8224932507041305462..comments2008-07-30T12:30:05.080-07:00Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00640058997702227911noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399953666507652031.post-39236475138961770712008-07-30T12:30:00.000-07:002008-07-30T12:30:00.000-07:00The bird is definitely NOT a juvenile house sparrow. As for what it is, I'm not sure but he does look very close to being a Savannah Ipswich sparrow as you had suggested.Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16259722861946381805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399953666507652031.post-27681273212735904192008-07-30T09:14:00.000-07:002008-07-30T09:14:00.000-07:00What a trailblazer you are! I&#39;ve just managed to get a bird feeder up, &amp; the locals have finally discovered it and are discretely nibbling away. It&#39;s hung on the fruitless cherry tree, which is far enough away from the patio that most of the visitors fall into the &quot;FLBB&quot; category. I&#39;ve got to get some binoculars &amp; a local bird book!<BR/><BR/>I think the penguin feel from the first shot is the angle of his wing. They don&#39;t seem to be house sparrows, at least not from the pictures on Wikipedia. But if he&#39;s a teenager of any sort, maybe he (&amp; she) have matured into young adults by now. Some species change pretty rapidly.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05707246801058979473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399953666507652031.post-12494832892062375962008-07-28T11:18:00.000-07:002008-07-28T11:18:00.000-07:00How well I remember your window views! Guess no thought of lifting my little camera to the window screen occurred. <BR/><BR/>I also get a penguin feel from the first shot.Bonniehttp://www.xanga.com/blbnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399953666507652031.post-46542661265048450272008-07-28T04:44:00.000-07:002008-07-28T04:44:00.000-07:00Dee, your ornithological observations remind me of ours here in Cincinnati, OH. There's a blue heron rookery somewhere in the area, and several times a month, when we're thinking about something else, one of us will look up, and there goes Ardy or Ardita (scientific name: <I>Ardea herodias</I>) languidly winging it to the Great Miami River where the fishing is fine on a gravel bar below the weir. And yet, you could crane your neck to see a heron for hours any other time, and come up empty. <BR/><BR/>Sometimes I see one on the way to work; other times they're finished and commuting home, just like me. But they're never near when I look for them. It's a special thrill when two of them materialize for a moment on their way to elsewhere.<BR/><BR/>We see more birds per hour in our back yard trees than we ever do when we go birding. There's a law of nature involved here somewhere. I think it's called "The Watched Pot Law".<BR/><BR/>Love your pix.The Old Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06426667397513875027noreply@blogger.com