2012 Yardbirds Competition

Hello yardbirders. Bread Walking here, also known as Bwewew's Spawwow. Just so we're clear from the start, you guys are all nerds, which is why I feel at home. But, like Jones, I'm a spelling freak, and I tend to write in complete sentences lest my long-dead grandmother rise up from the grave and smack me. Fortunately, I have friends like Silly Putty that get me back on the path to birding and debauchery. Here is my suburban hell-yard in winter, complete with empty niger seed feeder, nearly dead aspen trees, frozen birdbath, and sub-prime mortgage aftermath background. I'm working at a slight disadvantage due to my crappy yard, but I do live within sight of the Colorado River, red rock canyons, and a 11,000 ft mountain, so I've got no excuses for not scoring some sweet western species and reminding you all why the west is best. My yard list ass-kicking begins in earnest tomorrow morning if I'm not still drunk.


Here is Phil, my best yard bird so far this year. He roosts in our front yard, but makes surprisingly little noise. He is usually only heard after I have quick three beers and a cheeseburger.
















Here is Beep, our roadrunner. Beep has yet to attract a mate, but he's always on the lookout, and we're all crossing our fingers for him.