This week’s photo, taken April 1, 2016 (no foolin’!) at Richmond Beach Park in Shoreline, WA, features a WHITE-CROWNED SPARROW caught in the act of singing.
Most WHITE-CROWNED SPARROWS in the Pacific Northwest sing a slight variation of the song of the White-crowns I used to hear every winter in Southern California and Northern Mexico. Both populations start out with a long introductory whistle, followed by a series of up and down notes. It’s at the end where there’s a difference.
In the Southwest, the White-crowns end their song with a relatively long buzzy note. Meanwhile, up here in the Northwest, White-crowns add on an additional note to the end of their song. Either way, I’m definitely not complaining; I’m just observing. My ears never tire of listening to either version of their sweet song.
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