Shipman's field notes, Aug 2011

Soaring near the end of the pavement, even screamed at me. I felt special.

Near the ruined house in the private inholding.

I love birds that just sit on the fence and stare back at me as I blaze away. This is the best of 49 exposures.

These two scruffy birds were foraging within a few feet of a man sitting in his tent at the new Water Canyon Campground. Juveniles, from the soft pink mouth corners.

Not previously on my cumulative list of birds seen outside my office window in Speare Hall, but today there were at least a dozen feeding on the lawn. There's a cold front expected in the next day or two, first of the fall, that may have pushed some through.