TPAD Is Almost Gone. You Will Cry When It Ends.

Chill day.  I found no new nests at my job where I find nests.  Then I drove to Palmdale.  My homeland.  The hotel I like turned me away.  I guess I looked/smelled bad or something.  How embarrassing.  Now I'm at the Easy 8, sitting on my bed with cigarette burns in the bedspread.  I think I'm gonna host a smoking party later.  Mahalo.

Marine Blue.  My first. 

Another California Gnatcatcher, for your viewing pleasure.

Battle Of The Gs

G-natcatcher is in the house.  Apparently there is a gas station attendant in El Monte who somehow has heard of gnatcatchers.  This is completely rad, but very unexpected and bizarre.  I don't know his name or even which gas station he attends to, but I will find out.  But wait, it gets better.  He calls them G-natcatchers.  Two words.  I think he does it because they are inherently such thugged out Gs.  We will now compare G-natcatchers and decide which is better.  The answer is obvious to  me, but you be the judge.

California Gnatcatcher.  Near El Monte, California.  The first I have photographed.

Blue-gray Gnatcatcher near Palmdale.  God I miss Palmdale.