A Flight of Swallows
Also called a “gulp of swallows,” but probably only by Peregrine Falcons.
Also called a “gulp of swallows,” but probably only by Peregrine Falcons.
The day started with a Red-shouldered Hawk breakfasting on a squirrel.
In a quaint motel in Bridgeport, California, at a tiny table with barely enough room for her laptop, the writer worked feverishly to finish her post before her arbitrary and
Our friend, Carmel, and I had been listening to a particular bird for a few days, trying to figure out who it was.
Watching a pair of Northern Mockingbirds raise two babies in our yard recently taught Katherine and me many lessons in bird behavior and how to identify birds.
At least as far as the males are concerned.
Or, lessons in how to eat a fish.
Okay, maybe not epic…
Katherine and I had such a cool time at Neary Lagoon yesterday that we went again this morning.
…is a morning well-spent.