I have a busy show schedule coming up and am not much interested in football so I thought I would get lost in nature yesterday. What a beautiful morning. Leslie made me a bacon and pancake breakfast and a cup of her amazing coffee.
I drove out the driveway which Todd had fixed the day before so that we could get in and out again after the massive rain.
The red tailed mother was on her nest, perched high over the Santa Margarita River Valley.
The road was pretty muddy in spots but I managed to amble through.
I normally don't come on Sundays because there are other humans there, it was mostly older birders yesterday, in big packs.
I prefer midweek when I have the place to myself.
I wonder if there is a venery term for a large group of older birders?
In any case, they were well behaved and pleasant and their phalanx mostly self contained.
Had themselves a nice little picnic afterwards.
Beats shuffleboard I guess.
I never understood birding by committee or photography by committee, the reason I practice both avocations is really so that I can be alone.
I like the silence. But everybody has their own needs and to each his or her own.
It wasn't an epic day birding but it was a very good day and I had a great time.
The first bird I spotted was a vermilion flycatcher, but not in his usual spot.
I didn't get a great vantage through the branches and didn't even take a shot.
I have plenty of good ones already, no big.
Ran into a fellow who saw red tailed hawks mob a falcon but I never saw the peregrine myself.
I did see a red tailed cross skypaths with a crow.
Watched this Nuttal's woodpecker flit about in an old oak tree.
I was very content. I started my customary hike but didn't have the right shoes for the mud and stopped my trek short.
The highlight of my day, visually and photographically speaking, was spotting this great horned owl taking a nap.