Who Are You?

Well, who are you?
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know

I find myself sporadically humming bits of the chorus to the classic Who song “Who Are You” (well, not the bits with the serious 4-letter word).

Much to our delight, quite a few Red Breasted Nuthatches have decided to spend the winter here. We have had the odd one at the feeders on occasion, but never this many. They are just adorable, and relatively fearless. I had one land on the feeder while I was still hanging it up -- I have to bring the ones that hang in front of the window where I work in at night because of raccoons. They talk to each other with their high-pitched “tinny yank-yank.” Unfortunately, nice picture window in Richard's office through which I have have the best chance to take a good picture of birds at the feeder is cracked and has become fogged. Pictures are not turning out.

Which is unfortunate because I could have used a picture to help figure out…

The Mystery Bird.

Husband and I spent probably 20 minutes or so the other day peering out the window at the suet feeder waiting for a bird to show up that we have never seen here before. He saw it first and alerted me so I joined him at the window with my trusty Peterson Field Guide.

This little one is a yellow/olive green in color, no wing bars, and a faint yellow eye stripe. There are 2 pages in the bird book of "Confusing Fall Warblers," and this one certainly was confusing. We finally decided it was a female Wilson's warbler, but questions remain.

Sometimes birds we have never seen before will show up for a day or two and then we never see them again. One can only spend so much time trying to figure these things out before you have to stop.

And then there is a Mystery Person.

My mom gave me the National Gallery of Art “Book of Days” early in the 1990s, but I had never really used it, so the entries for most days were blank. I decided last year in January to write a scripture verse every day from my daily reading. And as I moved into December I saw that on December 13 I had made a note to send Christmas cards, with a short list of people. Among those on the list was someone named Cody Davis.

Who?? I don’t have a Cody Davis in my address book. I have no clue who this person is. Of course I plugged his name in at DuckDuckGo to see if the results would ring any bells.  No bells are ringing. Cody Davis is a football player and seems to be a very decent man for a professional athlete. But no, I would not have sent him a card.

So again, I am left pondering “Who are you?”