Weavervillians
It took some 24 hours after arriving in Weaverville this last December to find ourselves heavily invested in the avian drama happening on the patio. A flock of juncos perpetually flutter in the treetops around the buffet of feeders on the deck. They're occasionally displaced by the acorn woodpecker (above), or a scrub jay or two (below), both of whom cede territory to the relentless tyranny of the grey, bushy-tailed squirrel.
A sighting of the spotted towhee:
And sometimes we stopped birding long enough to enjoy the view:
