I believe I’ve mentioned these guys a few times. I started paying real attention to birds for the first time around 2006-2008 while living in Seattle. I started paying real attention to bird calls after that, when being priced out of Seattle landed me in Federal Way, in the company of northern flicker screeches and one distinctive spring song that I came to recognize as the white-crowned sparrow.
Dweeet-dweet-wipwipwipwipwip. That’s the impression it makes, but there are subtleties and variations, and the call frequently doesn’t make it to the last -wip because they will shut up if they feel nervous or distracted. Incidentally, lots of animals will do this. You don’t think of frogs as having an opinion about people, but if they see you looking for them, they will go silent. A tittering bush full of bushtits, likewise, will shut the hell up if you come close. It’s uncanny when you can’t even see the animal. You got closer specifically to find them after hearing their sound, and then the sound stops.
Not as much of a problem with white-crowned sparrows because they’re fairly bold, living in open fields but also the kind of small trees you find in and around parking lots and sidewalks everywhere. And in mating colors, they’re fairly distinctive – at least by PNW standards. Strong black and white head stripes, bright yellow beak. Larger than chickadees, smaller than robins, and they are easy to spot feeding on the ground. Hello there.
I read once they’re considered crop pests in California. Don’t care. Let the birdies feast! I kid, I kid. Or do I? I do. Unless..?
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