I filled my bird feeders and hung them, looking forward to the cheerful chatter of birds during winter. The next day, a chickadee or two showed up, but nothing else. A few more days went by, nothing.
One afternoon, without warning, a flock of small birds darted to and from the feeder. The suspects had bright red caps on their foreheads like berets, black around their eyes and bills, brown streaks on their sides, and some had rosy pink chests: common redpolls.