It is officially Spring, and today it even felt like it.
The birds in Central Park have been singing up a storm for the last week or so, letting us know that it won’t be long until we’re all able to walk around with jackets and shirtsleeves.
This little guy seemed more interested in the potential for breadcrumbs than singing (and he was sorely disappointed as I was not equipped with any leftovers to share), which is why I believe he stayed in one place long enough for me to get a good photo.
I particularly like this shot because everything is shades of brown and gray. The bird blends perfectly with his still mostly barren surroundings.