Birding is magic. No matter where we go, there is always something incredible to see.
Dream. Organize. Research. And go! When I am completely alone, I can hear all the barely audible sounds. A leaf crunching. A "peek" note not quite that of the Yellow-rumped Warbler. The soft patter of feet on bark. An odd acorn falling from the oak. And it's my ears, not my eyes, that lead me to the birds.
|The island subspecies of the California Quail|
|the island subspecies of the Orange-crowned Warbler|
|Orange-crowned Warbler found on the mainland-note bill difference|
|Western Gulls fighting over a dead Garibaldi|
|A curious Olive Warbler|
|Female Gila Woodpecker on Ocotillo|
|"Yes, operator. Is there any cell service here?"|