Yesterday G and I noticed that our rye is being chomped. And today I caught the culprits- two flocks of maybe 20 birds. The chap who looks like he's wearing a bandit mask is the White-crested Laughing Thrush, his partner is the White-throated Laughing Thrush. Thieves, both.
When it's this cold, we are glad for anything that looks warm. Like the persimmon tree.
here and here.