Visitors I looked out the window and to my surprise there were a dozen red-winged blackbirds under the just-filled feeder. Now there’s nothing special about blackbirds, except that these have orange Nike swooshes on their shoulders, but they’ve never stopped here for a visit. (Usually I see them on my walks along the river or near the golf course.) A blue jay – no, two! – chase the inky crew away with their biting call and big beautiful blue bully bodies. Then, after a few moments, the blackbirds and blue jays together play, some drinking from the overflowing bath, some stealing sunflower seeds away. Satiated, they move on and the quiet calm of the juncos prevail. The chickadees and sparrows return to their invaded home, living harmoniously in this miraculous place I call my backyard.