When I started birding . . . all sparrows looked alike. They were brown, with stripes on their head and bellies . . . and they all looked alike.
Slowly, very, very slowly I’ve been able to tell the difference and now look forward to the sparrows moving south in the fall.
Today I got a White-throated Sparrow and a Lincoln’s Sparrow, birds that do occasionally nest in Maine but are really only seen in numbers in the fall.
I’ll be looking for a Fox Sparrows over the next few weeks.