Great Egret. It was right above a footpath, with several oblivious walkers going right under the bird. My hopes and dreams of watching somebody get a shampoo of egret poo never materialized though. Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.
It's full on family week here at BB&B headquarters. What does that mean? Staggering amounts of stress and annoyance on everyone's part, not to mention limited internet access.
By the way, thanks to everyone who's been checking in on The Great Ornithologist Felonious Jive and I, it's strange that more than a dozen people actually look at this.
Right. As always, if any ecolodge or bird tour company wants to get some exposure, feel free to kick me down a free trip. Sure, saying things like that may be a touch whoreish, but I'm not known for being able to hold onto anything like dignity when it comes to birds. So, you people in the birding business, I would love nothing more than to sample your local avefauna (and booze)...I am Funemployed, after all.
However, seeing as I will be confined to the West Coast for the rest of the winter, here are some more invigorating local birds for your enjoyment.
The hallowed Varied Thrush, aka The Robin Of The Shadows. Golden Gate Park.
Red-tailed Hawk. Ano Nuevo State Park.
Barrow's Goldeneye sandwiched by Common Goldeneyes. Mmmm....sandwich. Redwood Shores.
Canvasbacks. Radio Road, Redwood Shores.
A pensive Raccoon. In Golden Gate Park there is a spot that always seems to have a raccoon family lately, and last time I was there I found a photographer sitting right in the middle of them. I don't know what he was thinking, as he seemed to be more concerned about the Mallards and Pied-billed Grebes in front of him than these beasts milling around a few feet away. That's not how I would've done it.
The east coast has more colorful songbirds than we do, but at least we have Townsend's Warblers. Pine Lake Park, San Francisco.
American Avocets. Radio Road.
