Charley Harper Indigo Bunting

“The Indigo Bunting is a proud papa. As soon as the nest is built – a compact cup of grass and leaves, attached and standing in the upright crotch of a shrub – he starts proclaiming the blessed event from the treetops. He has even been known to take a turn on the eggs. His mate – what did he ever see in her? Dull and anonymous, she’d never be noticed in a crowd of sparrows. But he is faithful to the end – of the summer.”

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