I was out alone on the Scrub Ridge Trail at Merritt Island NWR looking for Scrub Jays, but having no luck. Then, halfway along the trail, I heard a lovely song coming from deep in the thick scrub right next to me. It didn’t sound like a Scrub Jay, but I had no idea who it was. It kept singing louder and louder as it got closer to the trail. Suddenly, this delightfully plump Eastern Towhee popped out onto a bare branch and stood there staring at me! In just a moment he flew off again, but what a sweet encounter!
Click HERE on eBird to listen to the Eastern Towhee‘s song, and learn more.