I saw a Robin today. The swallows arrived over a week ago.
I look forward to the return of spring because with this heatwave it already feels like summer.
Today's high 94.3°.
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I saw a Robin today. The swallows arrived over a week ago.
I look forward to the return of spring because with this heatwave it already feels like summer.
Today's high 94.3°.
December 28, 2025 6:51 am
"First Thing: Out the door at first light in my PJ's with Mattie and cats. A band of orange on the horizon."
7:24 am
"Second Thing: Walking to Pen - a bird the size of a robin but a different call, red rumped. Used Merlin to ID Sound: "Say's Phoebe", It flew ~ 10 ft ahead of me each time as I walked to Pen."
(I had mentioned to The Man that I had not seen the wee bird since it stopped raining.)
January 11, 2026 7:16 am
"First thing: Saw/heard Say's Phoebe. Maybe it's an early bird."
I have been trying to get a group pic of the Band-tailed pigeons. They are so skittish especially when they are on the ground. I finally managed (on two different days) to get a few pics looking down at them from the upstairs window.
We stopped by Atascadero Lake for a couple of laps again - sadly no frozen yogurt - but we were treated to other things instead:
Fishing in the lake and
a Wood Duck pair strolling down the path,
stunningly beautiful.
Early this morning, on my way to let the goats out, I noticed an unfamiliar bird near the pen. I stopped to watch it and it flew up into a nearby tree. I took several pics of it hoping the photos would help me identify it later.
After taking several tree shots of the bird it flew down to the ground in front of me and allowed me to get even better pics of it as it posed for the camera: face front, turn right, turn left, turn around.
Loggerhead Shrike, such a cooperative bird.
This morning the fog was thick and insulating. It was so quiet - no human sounds - beautiful and eerie.
Colors seemed more vibrant: the blue of the bench, the green of the hillside.
When the fog lifted - surprise - a covey of California quail.
I notice that if I let the Hummingbird Feeder run dry it takes a couple of days before the wee birds show up again. This morning I thought I would be proactive and fill the feeder while it still had juice.
Just as I reached to take the feeder down this little guy showed up.
It was not concerned that I was standing a few inches away nor did it stop feeding. I left him to it.
Fun to watch the birds gather fiber for their nest-building from the mesh round feeder.
This Lesser Goldfinch wasn't happy till he had a good mouthful beakful of the soft stuff.