I’m amazed at how docile these large rose-breasted grosbeaks are in comparison to most wild songbirds. I was pretty close to this fellow and though he couldn’t see me, he could surely hear the click of the camera, but he didn’t flinch. I watched his mate feeding for about thirty minutes; she’d nibble a bit, pause, daydream, look all around her, nibble again, pause, daydream . . . She was so restful and peaceful. I’ll miss the grosbeaks when they head north which should be any day now. I’ll have to wait until next fall or next spring for the migration to catch a glimpse of them again.