The small gray-and-white bird hopping under the feeder all winter. Our form wears a
black hood and looks nothing like the juncos elsewhere in the country.
A winter sparrow with one of the most recognizable songs in the Pacific Northwest,
and a name that fits only half the year.
A streaky grassland sparrow that stays low and flushes from under your feet.
The default sparrow of the Pacific Northwest, and a genuinely good singer that
most people never stop to listen to.
Usually heard before it is seen — a loud rummaging in dry leaves that sounds far
too big for a sparrow.
A crisp, upright sparrow with a boldly striped head and a song that changes by
neighborhood.