Few of our birds fit so perfectly into environment as the SNOWFLAKES. When a Norther sweeps across the fields driving snow in horizontal shafts, there are the Buntings, apparently enjoying themselves.
Long ago when cold was only a word I met many flocks on the bleak Long Island dunes. There were days when the notebook showed them as the only land bird record.
They were always in the most exposed situations and scorned the shelter of cedars or bayberry bushes. Just above high-water mark they congregate, the rear birds constantly flitting over and alighting in front. They paid no attention to wind direction, performing the advance movement with or against the breeze.
North America from extreme Arctic regions, south in Winter to northern tier of States.