“INDIGO BUNTING!” My wife shouted at me, a wide grin spread across her face. She was right, there it was in all its colourful glory, feeding on the berries of our neighbour’s tree. Three years earlier, we had moved to the Bay of Quinte from Montreal, bought a bird feeder, and watched in amazement as birds we had never heard of began to visit our yard: Black-throated Blue Warblers, House Wrens, Rose-breasted Grosbeaks, just to name a few. In ...