We began the winter with White-breasted Nuthatches, and as we near the end of it… three of them were working over this old horse chestnut, whispering amongst themselves. 
This one kept finding tidbits in this tree cave. 
On an hour’s walk in very chilly Green-Wood recently, I came across around a dozen of these nuthatches, a count surpassed only by the number of Canada Geese.
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I have a poem in the Winter 2019 issue of Clapper Rail, the magazine of the Brooklyn Bird Club. It’s about a bird.
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