I have developed a bit of an odd quirk, and since I trust you won’t judge me too harshly, I’ll share it with you: I often look at people and pair them with birds based on their behaviors and personality traits. For example, if my Mom were a bird, she would be a Tufted Titmouse. And if my Aunt Jane were a bird (she’s quite a colorful character) she would be a male Eastern Bluebird. Well, if my Dad were a bird, there is no doubt he would be a Brown-headed Nuthatch.
These birds are friendly, curious, and quite social. They get along with most of the other backyard visitors, but don’t seem to be intimidated by the bully birds.
This fellow was watching me and talking to me while I filled up the feeder.
They also chatter cheerfully (at least it seems cheerful to me) when they come to snatch some peanuts. This definitely reminds me of my Dad, who happily hums when he is sneaking snacks out of the pantry.
I love all of my backyard birds, but these guys have a special place in my heart.