Po-tee-weet?

In Slaughterhouse Five, Billy Pilgrim has this question posed to him by a bird. It is the only question that makes sense to him after an event that does not make sense.

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Po-tee-weet?

And so it was asked of me, too, this Easter in Morgantown, West Virginia. I was asked by this Eastern Towhee. It did not say, “drink your tea,” it said, “po-tee-weet.” That is the only thing that can be said to make sense of Morgantown, a town where hippies and hillbillies walk side-by-side. A place where pickup trucks and the Personal Rapid Transit system both traverse the mountainsides. This bird had a point. So my vendetta against the species is officially dropped. I spent some quality time with EATO.

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He was not imploring me to drink my tea.

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I officially motion to change the mnemonic for this bird.

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The orange, brown, and gold here are straight out of 1969.

There was more than one emberizid around.

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White-throated Sparrow

My grandparents’ deck made for a surprisingly great place to photograph sparrows.

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Mourning Cloak

I did get this one lifer out of the trip, too.

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