But then again with the sun out and the rain no longer pouring down this might be a Cormorants idea of a picnic.
A tiny Yellow Rumped Warbler found the bull kelp a perfect perch for hunting sand flies and other small insects on the beach. This girl would quickly dart down form the kelp to snag a small meal and quickly return to her perch. Seeing her sitting on the head of the bull kelp made us realize just how small she was. We watched a documentary about songbirds the other night called The Messenger.
It is a very timely reminder about what a world without song birds would be like.
Filling those cheek pouches to capacity was the task at hand and a task well accomplished.
This little Chipmunk definitely needs a full tank of fuel as well as a full larder to make it house to those far away spring days.
How did the Trump administration celebrate National Bird Day yesterday?
With yet another egregious action to destroy what remains of the natural world as we know it thats how.
“With two weeks left in office, on National Bird Day, the Trump administration—defying opposition from the general public, scientists, tribal governments, international treaty partners, and a federal judge who last summer all but laughed its legal arguments out of court—today announced it has finalized a rule allowing companies and individuals to kill migratory birds as long as they didn’t mean to.”
Although this action is expected to be reversed by the incoming Biden administration the assaults on our natural world will continue.
On a recent drive through grasslands close to home we encountered a nice sized herd of Pronghorn enjoying the morning sun. Looking at them looking back at us you could just feel their different expressions whispering a bit of that Pronghorn personality.
No dental work needed here.
Only one horn!
While the big guys with the full curls were somewhere up in the hills above these two teenage Bighorn Sheep descended the hills, made their way through the sage brush, and then headed our direction across the grasslands below. A bit wary, yet curious, they confidently approached little by little.
They had a bit of gleam in their eyes and a look that somehow said they might be looking for trouble.
A couple teenagers with time on their hands and on the prowl.
As they inched by us we each kept our distance and you could certainly see the different personalities reflected in the way they looked us over. The first gave us a head on glance and stood for awhile the second a sideways looks as he steadily marched on through.
Cedar Waxwings picking over the same patch of dried berries that the Robins found appealing in yesterdays post. We only see the Waxwings for a week each year and only in the fall. This year they were right on schedule and arrived sometime during the last week of November and had departed by last weekends walk through the woods.