Southeast Arizona Adventure Part 9 - Box Canyon & Sonoita Creek

By Mary Beth Stowe

Decided to stick with the plan and start pre-dawn at the top rather than try for screech owls again at Proctor, and I’m glad I did: the lightning show in the distance was spectacular (and you had a great view from the upper parking lot), and after a while a Mexican Whippoorwill started “whipping” and then launched into his song, followed by another distant one! No owls, but eventually other diurnal birdies woke up, like Black-headed Grosbeak, Mexican Jays, and even the trogon! (A gal pulled in wondering if I was Bill (??) and said she was meeting some hikers, and wanted to see the trogon as she’d heard them a gazillion times…)

A cloudy sky over a mountain range with trees in the foreground

Monsoon in the early morning light

Headed down at sunrise, stopping every half mile this time (including at the feeders for a couple of minutes to pad the list) and didn’t pick up anything different; at Proctor decided to walk to that little overlook the “Mimosa Guy” pointed out, and it was a lovely view of Elephant Head! Richard had mentioned seeing Black-capped Gnatcatchers at Florida Wash, so I was sure to stop there; had a nice Varied Bunting that posed for video (and a Bell’s Vireo, Rufous-winged Sparrow, and Nashville Warbler that didn’t), but no gnatcatchers, so after a while I headed on to the main target, Box Canyon.

A rainbow is visible in the sky over a mountain

Rainbow over Elephant Head

Which is a lovely road in and of itself: started out with lots of Black-throated and Botteri’s Sparrows, and climbing up the scenery was gorgeous as always (but I could see that Madera Canyon was getting clobbered already; I felt sorry for those hikers)! It actually started raining on me before reaching the Five-striped Sparrow Spot, so I had to bird from the car, and even then I wasn’t sure if I had the right spot (although the habitat looked perfect; it was the same area I had Black-chinned Sparrows the first time I did it). I stopped at the 6.5 mile spot (as that’s what I had calculated), and stood around for 15 minutes only logging a pewee and two orioles (Scott’s and Hooded – the pewee got flagged as I was once again without a signal and had to use the West Box Canyon list). But as I continued on I saw several cars parked ahead (it had quit raining by then), so I joined the line and then joined the crowd, several who had passed me earlier, including the Susan look-alike, who introduced herself as Cheryl! She also knew exactly where the reported Lucifer Hummingbird nest was, so she took me right to it! That was great! So then we went back to the Sparrow Spot, and finally I heard the Five-striped Sparrow singing from waaay over there, impossible to see, of course! No one else really knew what to listen for, so when I told them it sounded kinda like a Dickcissel, they picked it up right away!

Three pictures of birds sitting on a tree branch

Black-throated Sparrow along Lower Box Canyon Road

A dirt road leading to a mountain with a cloudy sky in the background.

Incoming!

A dirt road in the middle of a mountain valley

The rain quits by the time we get to the Five-striped Sparrow spot!

Two pictures of a tree branch with a spider on it

Female Lucifer Hummingbird on the nest (no one said anything about with whom she mated…)

I took off shortly after that as I didn’t like the threatening sky, and shortly came to that lovely riparian area with all the big trees. At one stop here actually got a Pacific-slope Flycatcher as he was thankfully saying pee-YEET! and not pee-DEET! like his mountain cousin! A local came rolling by about that time and said he’d had that sparrow several times (rub it in L), but also that the riparian area I had just passed was called “The Dam” and was great for migrants! I was actually planning on coming back the next day, so I said I’d look for that gate he told me about, but with all the flash flood warnings coming over the Weather App I wanted to move on. His response: ignore them! If you say so…

A dirt road going through a lush green forest.

“The Dam” area (apparently)

Three pictures of a bird perched on a tree branch.

Pacific-slope Flycatcher

Anyway, continued on, picking up a shrike, two squealing Zone-tailed Hawks that eBird didn’t like, and up in the grasslands finally a distant Cassin’s Sparrow! What I’m wondering is what happened to the Montezuma Quail – I hadn’t even heard one yet in all the normal places! At the time I had yet to do Ruby Road and Mt. Hopkins, but I never made it to Ruby Road, so I’ll never know if I would have finally bagged them there or not… What shocked me was that the Collared Dove got flagged, and the thing was posing nicely until I saw that it was flagged, so the minute I turned on the camera he took off! L Near the end of the paved road was a female Vermilion Flycatcher, which was a nice addition.

There is a tree in the middle of a grassy field.

Upper Box Canyon/Greaterville Road

Two pictures of a bird perched on a branch.

Female Vermilion Flycatcher

Headed on in to Patagonia and decided to check the butterfly garden first; had a few nice things, but one yellow struck me as being plainer and larger than the Little Yellow, and I was wondering if it possibly could have been a Dina! (Glassberg calls them a rare immigrant here in mid-August, which would fit the time frame…) I put it on the Arizona Butter Facebook page, and no one refuted it, so that may actually be a life butter, as I don’t think we had that one during our trip to El Cielo in Mexico! A lady from New York (at least she sounded like it J) came over to chat and said what everyone else was saying: it’s been so dry that the butter variety just isn’t there. She thought Paton’s might have more, and I told her I was on my way there. She also knew where the guy who was feeding the Ruddy Ground Dove lived, so I headed over there to try for it, only when I found it on BirdsEye, I realized it was too far to walk so I tootled over there with Heppy.

A butterfly is sitting on a plant next to another butterfly

Gulf Fritillary (left); Dina Yellow (right)

There was already a couple of guys in a pickup parked on the opposite street, so I also found a shady place to park and just walked around; a guy named Kevin showed up who had stayed with us at the Alamo Inn! We spotted a couple of Inca Doves, and even the owner came out to take a look for it, but she didn’t show in the 15 minutes I was there (and if she was wont to hide in those trees, I certainly never would have found her!), so I headed on to Paton’s.

Not sure if it was the guy weed-whacking or what, but something started bothering my right eye something horrible, and I was in misery the whole time I was there! (One of the workers asked the standard, “How are you?” but I don’t think she was expecting an honest answer… J) Chatted with Louie, the caretaker from Bay City, Michigan, for a bit; they had taken down the “hard food” due to bear issues, but the hummer feeders were still up, with the standard Broad-billed, a couple of Blackchins, an Anna’s, and the requisite Violet-crowned. Chats were all over the place, and Louie confirmed that I was hearing Phainopeplas! Even the Song Sparrow was exciting (as we don’t get those in the Valley)! I took a stroll through their meadow (that’s what the guy was doing – trimming the trail) and sat by the pond where the Flame Skimmers were chasing each other; another volunteer wandered by and in the middle of chatting I thought I heard a tyrannulet do his dear dear dear! (Or else it was a goldfinch…) She said they had them there, and indeed, after she left, I heard a WheeK! later on… I warned her that after birds, you get hooked on butters, then odes, and then if you still want more you turn to grasshoppers! That’s where she drew the line, as even though they’re “part of the system” as she called it, they were very destructive to their crops! She said she also had to explain “the system” to her little granddaughter when a Roadrunner nabbed a House Finch… Beep Beep he ain’t!

A dirt path going through a grassy field surrounded by trees.

Meadow trail at the Paton Center for Hummingbirds

Two pictures of a dragonfly sitting on a plant

Flame Skimmer

Two hummingbirds are feeding from a red bird feeder

A Violet-crowned and female Broad-billed Hummer face off...

Despite using half the bottle of Refresh (probably), my eye was still killing me, but decided to road bird Blue Heaven Road, and the eye actually cleared up a little! We decided to go as far as we could (that really bad crossing past the Patagonia-Sonoita Preserve was clear except for a little stream; last time I was there it was a raging river) then bird our way back. Didn’t make it as far as Salero Road (which is closed anyway, I understand), but apparently part of Sonoita Creek bled over onto the road, because I didn’t dare tackle that (a truck behind me did, though)! So we turned around and stopped every .3 mile, and that worked great (at least until the thunder started); chats were out the yin yang, but picked up some special riparian species for the trip such as Abert’s Towhee, Yellow-billed Cuckoo, Yellow Warbler (actually got the latter two at Paton’s), Yellowthroat, and Lucy’s Warbler (that one threw me as they were youngsters, but comparing them with Virginia, they couldn’t have been anything else…) and some flycatcher that came in that I couldn’t get a fix on, but was too distracted by the warblers as they were coming out in the open for video.

A river runs through a lush green forest on a sunny day

Where Sonoita Creek takes over Blue Heaven Road!

Three pictures of a bird sitting on a tree branch

Young Lucy’s Warbler

A dirt road with trees on both sides and clouds in the sky

Building monsoon

Did not want to get stuck on that road in case a flood came, so hightailed it outta there, dropped off the donation at Paton’s that I forgot to leave because I was too distracted by my hurting eye, then headed down Sonoita Road to see if I could find those other feeders Louie told me about (and that’s an eBird hotspot), but couldn’t. Ended up going all the way back to Sonoita the town to get gas etc., picking up a Swainson’s Hawk on the way. Finally checked in to the very nice Stage Stop Inn and was able to get everything done (but was too beat to film the Barn Swallows drinking out of the pool…)!

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Two trees are standing in the middle of a grassy field.

Day 2: Brazos Bend State Park

By Mary Beth Stowe • September 28, 2024

Got ready to go the next morning a little earlier than planned, so went ahead and headed over to the park, thankful that the gate was open just like the guy said! I went straight to 40 Acre Lake and took the Powershot down to the pier, but didn’t stay long as I realized I really needed to be using The Monster (i.e. Sony with the Big Lens) in this situation (it was still kinda dusky, even after sunrise, and it handles low-light situations much better than the Powershot). I ended up spending over an hour there as it was quite active: tons of Little Blue Herons (including many transitioning birds, called “calicos”), Common Gallinules, a young Great Blue, and even a pair of Purple Gallinules taking a bath (but on the other side of the lake)! Some Anhingas were swimming with just their head and necks above the surface (hence the name “snake-bird”), so that was fun to shoot! A Pied-billed Grebe was new for the trip (as was a Tricolored Heron that kept hiding). Got some artsy shots of Great Egrets and spoonbills across the lake, and another Anhinga had landed on the railing to dry his wings, and he was pretty dilapidated! I didn’t wanna bother him (it was obvious he was agitated when I started getting closer), but a Plegadis ibis wheeled in that had a gray face and dark eye, and I would think that this time of year any Whiteface would have a red eye! Unfortunately so long as I didn’t have Internet access I couldn’t upload a picture to eBird, so documentation would have to wait until I got to the Holiday Inn (if I could get on their Wi-Fi…). [Update: I could, so I submitted the photos – more on that story later…] White Ibis were out the yin yang, and what I thought were a mom and kid Boat-tailed Grackle came by (as the male was singing somewhere), but they turned out to be Great-tails after I reviewed the video. A Mississippi Kite circled over the trees, but the best video op was a roaring Alligator! That was great! The Four-spotted Pennants (a type of dragonfly) on the way out were anti-climactic! Totally forgot to film the Barn Swallow nest on the way out, though… ☹ I did hear some chickadees on the way out, so I wheeled back in and tried to get some video out the car window!

A tree in a park with spanish moss hanging from it

Day 1: The Drive Up & Brazos Bend Scouting

By Mary Beth Stowe • September 21, 2024

As usual, woke up early so got going early after the morning routine; added Golden-fronted Woodpecker to the list while packing the car (among other things we’ll probably pick up later). Another “write-in” bird heading north on US 77 was a Harris’ Hawk! We stopped at the Sarita rest stop, picking up a Hooded Oriole for the trip, but boy, did it look nasty up ahead!! I wish I had been able to take a picture on the fly, because you talk about storm-chasing: once under it, it was black as night, with some terrific lightning displays! But then the rain started, and by Riviera it was zero visibility, so I just pulled into a Pizza Hut (or some such joint) parking lot to wait it out for a while. A Flood Warning came over the phone, and looking at the radar, we were right in the middle of a big red blob (I kept trying to capture a picture of the thing and was turning the phone off by mistake, so by the time I did get a picture the Red Blob had moved north a bit so the effect wasn’t the same)! Continued on after a few minutes, and while it let up, it didn’t really stop until the next stop at Refugio. We got a breakfast croissant at Burger King, then continued north. Filled up at El Campo (ended up going around the Very Long Block for that one), where a homeless guy opened the door for me! Headed on to Brazos Bend, where there was no hint of the threatened rain! Jumped out at the entrance to shoot the requisite sign, and had a Carolina Wren actually in view for a second while waiting to check in! I had some questions, so the ranger had me park and walk in where he gave me a map and showed me where the Limpkins usually show up; unfortunately it was as someone else had mentioned, and it was an almost three mile one-way hike along the Live Oak Trail to get to the habitat! He also suggested a couple of spots for Purple Gallinules, and said that the gate opens around 6:15, so that was perfect! Back at the car I remembered the other question I wanted to ask and went running back: do they have feeders? Nope – all natural here, she said!

A dirt road in the middle of a desert with mountains in the background

Day 6 - Kickapoo Cavern State Park

By Mary Beth Stowe • September 16, 2024

And what a final day! It was another cold but (thankfully) windless morning, and the drive to Brackettville in the dark was (again thankfully) uneventful. We made a potty stop there, picking up a singing Western Kingbird for the trip, and by that time it was getting light enough so that the last leg to Kickapoo Cavern on FM 674 was delightful – I’d love to be able to survey that road, as there was lots of good Edwards Plateau habitat and plenty of places to pull over. Did see a couple of ravens, but according to eBird both could occur, so I let them go. And am I thankful I downloaded the eBird checklist the night before, because there was no signal once I got to the park! (Although I had an initial shock when I ran the day list and only got four species – needed to change the date… 😊) After taking the obligatory entrance sign picture, we just crawled along, and were rewarded with a friendly Golden-cheeked Warbler, and later a Rufous-crowned Sparrow (he wasn’t friendly – just happened to be on my side of the road and was nice enough to stay put)! A Scissor-tailed Flycatcher on a wire sallied out and caught a big bug, and although the singing Canyon Wren wasn’t new for the trip, the singing Scott’s Oriole was! The normal songsters seemed to be just Cardinals, Bell’s Vireos, and Bewick’s Wrens.

A river runs through a lush green forest with mountains in the background.

Day 5 - South Llano River SP - The Trails

By Mary Beth Stowe • September 7, 2024

Headed out in the black, deciding to park at the walk-in camping lot to see in the dawn. And what a morning! It was freezing cold (around 37 degrees; Heppy – my Subaru – even warned me that the roads could be icy), but not a speck of wind, and the night sky was glorious! (There was a sign in the campground saying this was a Dark Sky Park or something like that…) Got to see a couple of meteors, and even a satellite (or the Space Station)! 😊 Once again, the Cardinals had to voice their dominance as the first birds up (even before it was lightening in the east), but nothing in the way of night birds vocalized. I did hear this weird barking that I suspected was one of the Axis Deer, so I thought I’d have some fun and see what Merlin said! Interestingly, he thought it was an Inca Dove (no way), but he also said he picked up a Poorwill! I did briefly hear something that sounded like one poor-will phrase, but since it didn’t keep going (as they usually do), I didn’t count it. Walked around the lot trying to keep warm, and in the twilight a Great Horned Owl glided low over my head (and it was light enough to see the details of his face without the bins 😊)! Also heard Turkeys gobbling in the distance, and as it got lighter a singing Yellow-breasted Chat (that Merlin didn’t recognize, interestingly) was new for the trip, and that weird whistling that I heard yesterday that sounded like a funky Black-capped Chickadee and wrote it off as an oddball Field Sparrow or something suddenly clicked: it was the reported White-throated Sparrow! He gave great recording ops but never came out for a view, either there or in the blind.

A small bird is standing next to a large rock.

Day 4 - South Llano River SP Blinds

By Keith Hackland • September 2, 2024

Packed up after the morning routine (funny how I’ve consistently woken up before the alarm goes off) and made it to Junction without clobbering any deer! 😊 (The wind was horrendous, though; I was concerned about all those big rigs zipping along at 70 MPH!) Siri sent me the back way, which I think was new, and was shocked to discover major road work going on in the park – I couldn’t even pull over on my favorite perch at the top of the hill! ☹ (Come to find out they were building a new Visitor’s Center…) So I pulled over as soon as I felt it was safe, and like the first morning at Kerr, I think the wind kept me from hearing much of anything (although, as normal, the Cardinals were the first ones to wake up). I did pick up a Black-capped Vireo at the first hard left, and heard a Golden-cheeked Warbler near Lora’s Blind (but I think that might have been after sunrise – it all blends together…). Crawled around the campground picking up several Bell’s Vireos and spooked three Axis Deer, and by the time I arrived at the big parking lot outside the campground my Sunrise Alarm went off, so decided to head back to Lora’s Blind first before the construction crew got going! That was a good plan, and my concerns about the blinds being packed with people were unfounded, as, out of all four blinds, only two other couples showed up the whole time (and I spent an hour in each one)! One couple remembered me from San Diego (and that’s always embarrassing when you don’t remember them ☹) and were now RVing all over the country, and the other couple were new birders from San Benito (another Lower Rio Grande Valley town)! (I put in a plug for Arroyo Colorado Audubon… 😊) Anyway, even before the food was put out, Lora’s Blind was hopping with activity: the main players were White-crowned Sparrows of all ages and in various degrees of molt (it was funny to see beat up birds next to immaculately fresh ones), and both species of towhees came in as well (although the Spotted was consistently shy). Titmice were very cooperative, and I was thrilled to see a Hermit Thrush come in to the water feature! Cardinals were all over the place, Lincoln’s Sparrows were plentiful, and one Lark Sparrow came in.

A dirt road going through a field with trees on both sides

Day 3 - Kerr WMA, Bobcat Trail

By Mary Beth Stowe • August 24, 2024

Didn’t wake up quite as early as the day before, but still got to Bobcat Meadows well before dawn. This time it was a lovely morning, with no wind, and at the second or third stop, sure enough, a Poorwill was singing in the distance! (Turkeys were gobbling as well…) Barbara texted me in the middle of all this with a question about the Harris’ Hawk (turns out I had forgotten to add the Swainson’s Hawk to the eBird list, and forgot to add that and the Harris’ to the trip list), so I got to tell her that I had just gotten the Poorwill! J The normal dawn chorus characters started tuning up as it got lighter, but nothing new for the trip. At sunrise I swung over to the main road just to make sure they really were having a turkey hunt, and therefore the place was closed (they were), so I headed back to Bobcat Meadows and carried out the following strategy: stop every tenth of a mile, drag The Monster out, and wait five minutes to see what shows! Worked fine until the second or third stop when two Black-capped Vireos were really going at it in this bush in front of me; you’d think they’d be visible, but no way! But I hung in there with them, and they eventually shot down to a leafless bush down the incline where they were clearly visible chasing each other around the bush, and it became apparent that there was a third bird (which turned out to be the female, which was the main bird I was able to shoot; her hubby was too busy chasing his rival J)! It wasn’t the greatest, mainly because of the distance and trying to keep the silly things in focus as they dashed in and out between the branches, but at least we got something!

A man walking down a road with trees in the background

Day 2: Kerr WMA with Barbara Pankratz

By Mary Beth Stowe • August 10, 2024

I felt like a kid on Christmas morning the next day, so I did the morning routine unhurriedly because I got up uber early, and got over to Bobcat Meadows well before dawn; the wind concerned me, but there were no night birds at all, and as the sky lightened we had the usual suspects, including the song-battling Black-capped Vireos. I rushed out of there in time to meet Barbara at the main gate, which was closed when I first checked, but open now! We had a great reunion, and she had quite the list while she was waiting for me (she, too, felt like a kid on Christmas morning and got there around seven, when the gate was open)! I had heard a chickadee coming in, and Inca Doves at the station, but for some reason she didn’t hear the Canyon Wren I heard (but she got it later). We piled into Heppy and started crawling, and it was good to catch up during the course of the day! It all blended together since we covered both roads; Barbara spotted Lark Sparrows right away on the main road, a Vermilion Flycatcher “butterflied” overhead, and a Swainson’s Hawk circled in the distance. We heard both the Goldencheeks and the Blackcaps right away, but the former was the only one to cooperate by sitting on the tippy top of a tree! (Barbara circled around a tree a Blackcap was singing in to try and “herd” him my way…) We found another Goldencheek pair chasing each other, and Barbara got terrific shots with her new Sony, but I really had a hard time getting mine on the bird and then in focus, so that made me decide to get a Powershot video first, and then drag out The Monster if the bird was still being cooperative! At that same spot we had a thooking Hermit Thrush, and we actually did have a lot of Blackcaps, but they would only allow fleeting glimpses as they shot from tree to tree.

A fence post in the middle of a field with trees in the background

Edwards Plateau, 3-9 April 2022 - the Drive Up

By Mary Beth Stowe • July 29, 2024

Headed out on time, but was greeted by fog heading up the 281 corridor! Once it cleared we added a few expected things: Scissor-tailed Flycatcher, Caracara, and Red-tailed Hawk were the nice ones (grackles and pigeons not so nice 😊). Stopped at the Subway in Jourdanton to get lunch for today and tomorrow, where the gals were pulling their hair out because someone suddenly wanted 32 sandwiches for which they had no bread, then caused Siri to pull out her “hair” because I insisted on going the back way to Kerrville instead of taking the freeway! (She finally got on board…) It’s a lovely drive, and ended up getting to the WMA about 1:30, but was surprised to see the main gate closed! (Maybe I shouldn’t have been if they were having a turkey hunt…) So I headed on over to Bobcat Road and just started crawling, and almost immediately I heard a Black-capped Vireo singing! I pulled out The Monster, and what else should start singing but a Golden-cheeked Warbler! I went back and forth between the two trying to nail them down, but neither wanted to come out. ☹ The whole road was like that, really: at one point I had two song-battling, and one of them sounded like he was right there in great light, but of course I either couldn’t spot him or he was singing from within the bush (which is probably more likely). Cardinals also sounded visible but weren’t, and a little pishing got Bewick’s Wrens, titmice, and a Spotted Towhee all excited, but none would come out (it was getting warm and breezy, so I don’t blame them).

A road going through a desert with mountains in the background

Big Bend Part 7: Chisos Basin & the Drive Home

By Mary Beth Stowe • July 20, 2024

Got all packed up in plenty of time the next morning, so dropped off the key and headed down to the amphitheater parking area to see in the dawn, planning on walking up the paved road and then coming back down that connector trail I did last time. I hemmed and hawed about that after coasting down the incline, however, and remembered that I was looking into the sun going up that trail last time, so decided to start at the top and come down after all. The predawn watch was glorious, with more stupendous stars (and I think I saw a satellite – one was moving pretty fast!), plus another Poorwill and a couple more Elf Owls! (That was my last chance at picking up Western Screech Owl, hence the vigil, but no banana…) Some songsters later came close enough for recordings, including a Canyon Towhee and Scott’s Oriole! I headed up a bit before actual sunrise to use the restroom, then got distracted by a pair of Canyon Towhees bouncing around near the picnic tables, only to be photobombed by a White-winged Dove! Then headed down what I thought was the trail I had taken up ten years ago, but discovered later that the trail I really wanted was the one that went to the group campground! But my mistake turned out to be a blessing (even though it was another dicey, rocky trail – I’ve definitely made up my mind to avoid those from now on!) as while I was filming an Acorn Woodpecker, I heard a Mexican Jay behind me, and turned to see him hopping on the trail coming my way!! Thankfully he stayed put (or I should say, didn’t flee) for video, calling the whole time! And on top of that, a Gray Fox zipped across the trail behind me! A Rufous-crowned Sparrow came in close to pishing, but he stayed inside the bush enough so that a video just wasn’t possible. From on high I spotted the singing tanager that sounded more like a Summer to me, and it indeed was, which surprised me up this high (although BirdsEye showed it as expected)! A Pine Siskin “cheered” overhead, and I was surprised to see it flagged later when the trio a few days ago were fine – must be on the cusp!

A river runs through a canyon with mountains in the background

Big Bend Part 6: Santa Elena Canyon & Cottonwood Campground

By Mary Beth Stowe • July 20, 2024

The next day was much more relaxing: headed out to Santa Elena Canyon in the pitch (stopped at the bottom of the grade to listen for owls – nada, but the stars were stupendous!), and again found myself playing “Dodge the Bunny” (actually spooked a Jackrabbit into the brush)! I have to say the early-morning desert smelled so good! It had been decades since I was last there, and they built a handicap-access trail since then, but you still had to hike the sand to the river. As per usual, Bell’s Vireos were out the yin yang, and a Lesser Goldfinch was at the top of a willow, but I had a hard time getting at an angle where I could film him. Both Blue Grosbeaks and Painted Buntings were at the river, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to make that climb up the canyon wall as in previous years (and probably wouldn’t have crossed anyway, as the trail across the creek was very muddy). But the scenery was just fabulous, and it was fun getting video with the early morning bird ambience! The only new bird was a Rock Wren singing waaay up there; no way could I spot ‘im! On the way out, a very cooperative Bell’s Vireo actually sat still for a video, only I noticed that his beak wasn’t moving to the song – I apparently was filming the guy’s mate!