Some weekends are just bad for birds. In three of four NFL playoff games, birds named for birds played and lost. That’s right… teams with bird names went 0 for 3. Adding ornithological insult to injury, I went out to find Bohemian Waxwings in the snow and couldn’t even find Cedar Waxwings! The only birds I spied in the midst of an unrelenting snowfall were large, presumably ravenous flocks of American Robins. Even Corey’s weekend was less spectacular than usual in terms of avian observation; his best bird of the weekend was a Golden-crowned Kinglet coming to his parents’ suet.
What was your best bird of the weekend? Tell us in the comments section about the rarest, loveliest, or most fascinating bird you observed. If you’ve blogged about your weekend experience, you should include a link in your comment.