Over the weekend, I saw something peculiar outside my living room window. It was rather ghostly, in fact.
At first glance my eyes told me a small seagull was scouring the grass beneath our birdfeeders, but I couldn’t imagine what a gull would find worth eating there. I moved in for a better look.
The white bird was pigeon-sized, but I’ve never seen a pigeon at our feeders either. I kept examining the bird for recognizable features. Then I noticed that it had a distinct triangular crest of feathers standing up on his head. Suddenly everything made sense.
