There he was, on one of his usual perches. I set my tripod, aiming at the feeder for a close-up, and as I waited, heard a soft whistle. It was one of those calls you know is something good, because the hard drive in your brain keeps spinning and coming up with nothing.
The whistler obligingly flew right into the camera frame... and was immediately attacked by Squeaky (that green-and-white blur toward the left edge of the image). Sorry, Squeaks, nice to see you're okay and all, but heck, you've been upstaged. A Townsend's Solitaire! These slender (usually solitary) thrushes of the western mountains descend from higher elevations in winter to feed--mainly on juniper berries. I tend to see one about every half decade or so. This was a very cooperative bird, who sat still in plain view for quite a while.