The Side Effects of Endorphins

I noticed her song a while back while sitting in the porch. There are many Juncos in the yard however I seem to know this particular one. I noticed her scurrying around in a tree soon after the weather warmed up. I particularly noticed her song.

Dark-eyed Juncos are neat, even flashy little sparrows that flit about forest floors of the western mountains and Canada, then flood the rest of North America for winter. They’re easy to recognize by their crisp (though extremely variable) markings and the bright white tail feathers they habitually flash in flight. Dark-eyed Juncos are among the most abundant forest birds. They are stunning.

We were working on the garden the other day and I heard her repeated song in the nearby bashes. The sound had a hint of her song with an underlying urgency I did not recognize. It was as if she was talking to us.

And she was.

She has a nest of a few blue eggs. She was telling me to keep out of this corner of the yard.

Naturally we shall.

I saw her on the fence again today. It felt like she looked me in the eye.

I am kind of invested now. I always have been.