Say’s Phoebes are birds that flew under my radar for a long time — they aren’t big, they aren’t small, they aren’t flashy, and their song is just two slurred notes.
It was the song that eventually caught my ear, and led me to figure out what I was hearing, and seeing.

Since then, I’ve heard them a lot, and occassionally seen them at the feeders.
But yesterday, I saw one picking out dog hair for it’s nest. It got a nice beak-full.

And then it dropped half of it. Don’t ya hate it when that happens?

It was so upset that it lost it’s balance for a moment.

Then it leaned in and grabbed a bunch more.

Satisfied once again with its haul, it flew off to line its nest.

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