local to local
This morning I was up about 4:45 and birds were singing a riot. The ring-necked pheasant squawked and I saw him in the predawn light strutting up the road. There was also a young deer in the dim front yard. I went back to bed. In the afternoon there was a red winged black bird sitting on the fence line and lots of Eastern Kingbirds flitting back and forth along with the usual magpies. Each of these claims the yard as their territory at a particular time of day. I too have only certain hours and conditions when the yard is mine.