To me there’s nothing more silly in nature than a bird taking a bath. One moment you’re looking at a perfectly preened bird, not a feather out of place, and then, Kerdunk!!! Into the puddle they go, splashing as much as possible because that’s the key to a good bath, and finally coming up for air in a completely disheveled state. There were three Lincoln’s Sparrows at a popular Celery Bog watering hole yesterday. One was in the deep end, submerged up to his neck and having a blast, the second bird was in the shallow end having a more traditional squat ‘n splash, but the third bird wouldn’t go in. He’d dip a toe in, nope; dip his beak in, nope. I guess it just wasn’t his bath time.