I went to grub out a neglected strawberry bed a few days ago. Lawn grass had invaded, along with mint and oregano stragglers whose brethren were transplanted last year. As I approached a sage plant, ready to dig it up and transplant it as well, out flew an black-headed darkeyed “Oregon” junco. I peeked beneath the arms of the sage and there, nestled into the ground, was this perfectly round nest containing four pale, speckled eggs. Needless to say, a limited operating period has been imposed until the juncos hatch and fledge. The strawberries can wait.