And two buzzards circling off in the distance, but that's pretty much a constant around here. This is major buzzard territory.
And that, pretty much, is all the birds I ever see out here. Oh, once or twice a random sparrow, but it's rare. I never appreciated the funnelling effect of living in a city in terms of species diversity to my feeder. Hopefully it'll pick up a bit in spring, or maybe I just ought to keep binoculars up here and see what I'm missing.
I never see woodpeckers in the front yard for some reason--in the back, sure, but not in the front. Whether this is a failure of vision from my window, or whether they just like the back better, hard to say. (I've seen every type of woodpecker found in North Carolina--except the red-cockaded--out back, mind you, so there's no lack of diversity.)
Haven't added to my lifelist significantly out here--the Common Goldeneye was the first addition in months, and that was from Michigan--but with a hundred and eighty-odd birds on t'ol list, I've gotten a lot of the low-hanging avian fruit locally. Once the spring migration hits, I'll see about getting up at the crack of stupid now and again and going out to the lake.
Had a dream last night that I turned into a kingfisher. Would have been much more spiritual-woo if I had not then witnessed a murder by a roving band of kayaking cannibals, returned home, and had to communicate where exactly the body had been left through a power-point presentation (Kingfishers are terrible at mime, but can do a lot with a laser pointer) conducted in a bathroom stall, projector being run by my buddy Jason, who did not seem terrible fazed by the fact that I was now a grumpy diving bird. (Just once, I'd like a transformational dream that, y'know, was all enlightening, possibly with a New Age flute-and-drum soundtrack, instead of "By the way, it's a totally normal dream for you, except that you have to deal with the fact that you're now a chicken.")