There’s a small group of Long-Tailed Bushtits calling overhead. They’re vibrating a ‘Tseee-Tseee’ call amongst the empty branches as they move through. They need to keep everyone together in these bitterly cold days. They’re going to need each other’s body heat in the bitterly cold nights that follow.
Bumbarrels is one of my favourite names for them. I wonder how far these have travelled?
One of the joys of last spring was watching the parents and aunts and uncles provisioning a nest nearby. Here’s the full story.
The Caterpillar Service
I can’t wait to see them all again. Maybe I’ll be able to spot the position of their nest again and get some more photographs? That’s something to hold onto in these dark days.