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.