Thursday, April 19, 2012


I am home.  The Brushwood of my forefathers.  It is the Eve of Couch Burning Eve.  This is a big deal.   I spent most of today in my car, which is named The Blue Streak.  I birded a little at work this morning before leaving LA.  There were a few of the standard migrants, but nothing cray.  So instead of birds, here are some bugs.

I would appreciate it if one of my friends would ID this for me.  I could maybe do it, but my butterfly book is out in the car and I don't feel like getting it.

Stella Orangetip.  Nuff said.