I walk the dogs on a dirt access road beside the railroad tracks. It’s one of the few places left in this county where my dogs can run free while I wander without worrying about them. A dry creek overgrown with willow and coyote bush separates the road from the tracks. The other side sprawls off into an old California …
A Distraction of Birds
I’m working from the porch today. Well, in theory I’m working but the black-headed grosbeaks and Bewick’s wrens are having such a boisterous sing-off I can’t think. Oblivious, white-crowned sparrows splash in the bird bath, scrub jays drink at the pond, and every winged creature vies for a turn at the feeder. Pecking beneath it are California towhees, thrashers, and …