First sitting, new drawing.
Birds from yesterday:
Rock Pigeon (fewer than you might think)
Band-tailed Pigeon (in flocks mostly, 15-30 birds, some pairs)
Selasphorus sp. (pretty sure I saw one male Rufous, might be too early)
Northern Flicker (Red-shafted)
Ash-throated Flycatcher (pair)
Western Scrub Jay
Bushtit (another of those iffy names)
There are an awful lot of flailing, falling, fledglings around, crashing through the trees and underbrush, some without tails. I actually had a young bird I couldn’t identify, which must have flummoxed me enough to influence my dreams. I had one of those dreams that birders have where all sorts of fantastic and unknown-to-the-existing-universe birds were flying around. A friend once described a dream in which she was birdwatching and saw essentially preppy birds – plaid and stripes and polka dots, mixed into various combinations. What’s funny is that when you have a dream like that, you sort of go with it and mutter, hmm, that’s an interesting bird.