Normally, I would be delighted to witness the return of the phoebes to our back yard. There's one sitting on our deck as I write this.
But this is November, dammit! Next week will be Thanksgiving. What chance of survival does our little phoebe have now? It seems reasonably clear that she (I think it's a she) has been lured back by this ridiculously warm weather. When it does turn cold, our little phoebe will be thousands of miles from a nice cozy place.
And it's not just the phoebes. The wrens, woodpeckers, all kinds of birds are hopelessly confused.
We really have screwed this planet up, haven't we?
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