We have had a wonderful flock of Evening Grosbeaks at home in Vermont this summer. I think there have been two successful  broods in some cases. The assortment of colors and degrees of maturity or molt is amazing. As I was taking these pictures yesterday, one immature bird landed on the porch rail, not more than a foot from my face. It gave me “the eye”, and went on to sip water drops and forage for tiny bits of—who knows what. Only a phone call interrupted our happy encounter.