The White-crowned Sparrow (Zonotrichia leucophrys) was singing form a rock in the shadows cast by the forests surrounding the meadows. You cannot but love the White-crowned Sparrow, the whistler of the mountains and in the early morning, high above Sunlight, he did not disappoint.
Although it doesn’t sound flattering, the song sounds like the un-oiled hinge of a church switch gate. The whistle echoes across the mountains and meadows (and also suburbia). Simple, but in the vastness of the Rockies, it is a signature sound amidst the silence.
In Colorado I encountered White-crowned Sparrows in the high mountain meadows and the foothill meadows. I saw them where the meadows were green but also in the dry canyons and draws. I did not see so many in suburbia or in villages, though I have elsewhere in North America.
I just like White-crowned Sparrows – a whistler to look forward to spring for – and of course my next trip to North America.