I’ve seen a male towhee around my birdfeeder maybe once a month or so, but never—in the four years I’ve lived in this neighborhood—have I seen a lady towhee.  This morning is the first time.  She’s small, red sides, white belly, with a back, head and collar of a rich, russet brown.  I’ve never seen this kind of warm brown on a bird, before.  Two entire miracles, this morning, and it’s not even noon.  She’s whistling that towhee whistle and making little jumps with both feet to scratch around in the dirt.  No matter what happens today, this will have happened.  How lovely.