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Wrapping up the GBBC

The weekend of the Great Backyard Bird Count concluded on Monday, Presidents' Day. The count had participants from around the world. You can check out the reports from any area that interests you by visiting the GBBC website.

 My personal count was a bit hit or miss, not my most successful GBBC experience. I was busy gardening on three of the days, so I combined gardening with bird counting and I'm sure I missed some. On the last day of the count, we had heavy rains so that put a bit of a damper (sorry!) on my counting.

 Overall, I managed to find 24 species around my yard. In my best years of counting, I've had more than 30 and there were probably that many or more here this year, but they didn't show themselves to be counted. So, here's what I saw.

 Black-bellied Whistling-Duck
Black Vulture
Turkey Vulture
Cooper's Hawk
Red-shouldered Hawk
White-winged Dove
Red-bellied Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker
Eastern Phoebe
Blue Jay
American Crow
Carolina Chickadee
Tufted Titmouse
Carolina Wren
Ruby-crowned Kinglet
Eastern Bluebird
American Robin
Northern Mockingbird
Cedar Waxwing
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Northern Cardinal
House Finch
American Goldfinch
House Sparrow

 Did you participate in the count? If so, what did you see?
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  1. CarmenFebruary 22, 2017 at 7:36 PM

    Maybe not your typical count but I think you did very well considering the gardening distraction and the rain.

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  2. Judy KruegerFebruary 23, 2017 at 10:32 AM

    I am as always, impressed that you can recognize so many.

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    1. Dorothy BordersFebruary 23, 2017 at 11:41 AM

      I'm very good at recognizing common backyard birds; not so good with uncommon ones. These are all pretty common.

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