Sunday bird blogging

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)

That song was stuck in my head while I was walking in Central Park this afternoon. After decades on the East Coast, it still surprises me how unrelentingly brown the landscape becomes in winter. The sky wasn't actually gray today, for a change, and the temperatures were pleasant enough for January, but it was all still depressingly monochromatic.

But clearly that's why God invented cardinals.