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 |
| Black-chinned Hummingbird |
| A curious Olive Warbler |
| Female Gila Woodpecker on Ocotillo |
| "Yes, operator. Is there any cell service here?" |
| Lazuli Buntings |
