December 11, 2024
At sunrise, ice layers the fountain and sheaths the grass. The air feels leaden, like a solid weight on my skin. Thirty degrees. My camera lens shifts cold aluminum into stiff hands. I pull my blanket tight around my shoulders. But, despite the numb fingers and dripping sinuses, I’m determined about juncos.
Siskins and goldfinches crowd the thistle feeders and the trickling fountain. White-crowned sparrows whistle sweet phrases from the trees. The single white-throated sparrow still comes for water after more than two weeks of daily visits, the rare bird making up for a 12-year absence. And among these, I count a dozen dark-eyed juncos of multiple races, each with striking departures in feather color, body size, and behavior. You’d think they were all different birds.
This time of year, the yard hosts five of the six subspecies of dark-eyed junco: gray-headed, pink-sided, Oregon, red-backed, and slate-colored. The remaining subspecies, the white-winged of the pine-dotted Black Hills of South Dakota, is “accidental” in southeastern Arizona with only two records. And then there are the hybrids. Here, I usually see a cross between the gray-headed and red-backed. Then yesterday, a new, small gray dark-eyed junco with an indistinct hood and brownish back and nape joined the others at the fountain. I’d never seen it before. After I posted it on eBird, the administrators confirmed my suspicion of an Oregon x gray-headed hybrid.
More than any other bird in North America, juncos illustrate the broadest spectrum of obvious variation in a single species.
When I watch juncos, I see a species turning, a slow yet steady gaining of momentum. I see the flywheel of evolution.
From their DNA, we know that all dark-eyed juncos spun off from a single junco from the highlands of Mexico and Central America sometime after our last glacial maximum about 20,000 years ago. The yellow-eyed junco. A common yard bird whose range just sneaks into southeast Arizona from Mexico.
I’m reminded of college biology, adaptive radiation, and the beaks of finches.
When I look at a map showing the summer ranges of dark-eyed juncos—the gray-headed in the mountains of eastern California, Nevada and Utah; the pink-sided in the forested Rocky Mountains of Wyoming and Montana; the Oregon in the woodlands of southern California to British Columbia; the red-backed in northern Arizona and central New Mexico; and the slate-colored in Alaska, Canada, and the east coast—I imagine them all radiating from the home of the yellow-eyed junco. From my yard. Where each one returns in December.
Today, a celebration. I join the winter gathering grounds of juncos.
Thanks for reading! More to come from the Big Yard…
Because of you I look closer at juncos! Most of ours are slate colored. I can’t really tell the differences and females vs males confuse me. Am I seeing something different or just a female?
All beautiful photos as always but that SECOND one, with the blurred tan background, oof. That’s especially stunning.