Like a star at night, I spend a moment on the first bird I see in the morning. Today it was a robin sitting in dead piñon as the sun came up. Being a sensible 73-year-old, I dismissed the anthropomorphic tendency to think the bird was doing the same thing as I, observing the glory …
Cooler weather. Fall traffic picking up. Non-migratory robins seem to have moved down the mountain. Still trying to get good focus and identify what I think is a very colorful sapsucker. I can’t tell whether it actually has some yellow on its breast, like a Williamson’s sapsucker, or whether that is morning light reflecting off …
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