The towhees are back! They flew in Friday night and boy are their arms tired! Nope, wings, boy are their wings tired! Rats, that joke just doesn’t work with birds, I guess because they actually do fly. Seriously though, I could hear the towhees singing as I pulled into the entrance on Saturday. I hadn’t heard a towhee in six months, but I was instantly reminded that it’s one of my absolute favorite sounds in nature. I walked right up to this little guy and he seemed to remember me, although he did stay in the confines of that brushy tangled bush for a few seconds before hopping out into the open and singing me my favorite song. A group of towhees is known as a tangle, and I think the final photo in this series pretty much illustrates why.