One rainy morning a week ago, I hear a beautiful bird song that I cannot quite identify. It’s longish, sweet and melodic. From in the bedroom, I glance over at the feeders and there’s the usual ...

Just as the coffee was being made, a bird burst into song right over my head. The kitchen skylight lets us see into the plum tree's blossoms where the singer was perched. A male house finch with head ...