Our first lesson involved discussion of the colour of a Robin's chest and the points on a Barn Swallow's tail.
Fortunately a real Robin stopped to search for worms nearby, allowing her to marvel at how much bigger he was than the Swallow.
Then I pried her away from the trampoline and we went in search of more birds. There were Goldfinches and Yellow Warblers darting around, but none obligingly settled down where we could get a good look.
The Cedar Waxwings were more accomodating. Rebecca with her five-year-old ears was able to imitate their whistle quite well. I was impressed.
(This photo came from last week, as did the Barn Swallow. Photography and granddaughters mix rather poorly, but she did take some rather nice shots of me, a chain and some leaves.)
Then we saw this juvenile Robin just feet away from us. An exciting moment. 
We have a lot of Mourning Doves. Their sad song is the first birdsong I remember noticing when I moved to this yard back in the 70's. At that time, there were a few apple trees in the yard, with caraganas on the south, west and north, and a couple of maples on the north. Since then we have surrounded the yard with spruces and have planted hundreds of other trees including fruit trees, lilacs, and poplars. As the trees grow, the number of birds in the yard has multiplied.
