The Wandering Tattler

So I slept really bad last night. I had weird dreams about camping in an RV at the base of an erupting ash volcano.

But I got outside this morning and walked up the hill to the Mather Training Center with tons of birds flitting everywhere.

• A flock of Cardinals fighting over a birdfeeder until a Blue Jay flew up and scared them all away,


• Several White-Throated Sparrows foraging in the underbrush,


• A House Wren hopping from low branch to low branch,


• A Mourning Dove calling forlornly from a pine bow,


• A Downy Woodpecker and some sort of sapsucker competing for grubs on an oak tree,


• And a Tufted Titmouse calling out for "Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter!"

It was a really nice walk.