A
brown-crested flycatcher.
There’s
no reason for it to come to our feeders. It waits on a perch for a chance
to fly out and pick off a bug out of the air. Nothing as cool as that on
offer in our yard. Maybe it chooses the perch by us because the birds
that are already here make it seem like a safe place.
Growing
up westerners, it’s not a bird we ever encountered until we moved farther east.
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