Do you know how I know Winter's coming (and all the way down here, it ain't as simple as leaves turning color or a special quality to the sunlight, etc.)?

She's baaaaack! My little female Painted Bunting has returned to my feeders!
Isn't it funny how you tend to refer to them in the possessive? Here we have a truly wild and free creature, who, because she likes to visit my yard for the occasional meal in autumn and winter, has become
mine. Just like the Gray Catbird who we've named "Catbert". Probably isn't even the
same catbird, or perhaps one of
several but we only ever see
one at a time. Silly.
Okay, this isn't a current photo, but I'll get one soon, now that I know she's here.
But I'm overjoyed because - this week alone - I've seen the Painted Bunting, Catbert,
and a couple of the Turkey Vultures (fly-overs, of course). That can only mean one thing: Winter's Coming! And down here, it just doesn't get any better than that.