Late winter

Late winter, and nothing much doing.  The neighbors have a feeder up, hence the flock of sparrows above. Chickadees, juncos, and the occasional nuthatch have also been partaking.  Meanwhile, there's a robin stationed almost permanently in my privet, slowly stripping it of berries.  Those berries must not be very palatable until they've had a winter's worth of freezing and thawing.  No one ever gives them a look in the fall.

But it is March, and we should begin to see the first migrants within a couple weeks.  Judging by history, it'll be hermit thrushes and woodpeckers first, warblers later.  I'm a bit worried this year, and why?  Have a look:

As clearcuts go, this one is not much to write home about -- maybe six to eight mature trees, and a number of smaller ones. That said, if there's one thing Somerville doesn't have a large supply of, it's stands of big trees.   And I know for a fact that that particular stand of trees was well used by the different migrants. What possessed someone to go to the trouble and expense of clearing it is beyond me.  All I know is that they've made our poor little habitat still poorer.