Open Back Sore

I bit the dust hard today whilst lugging an ice chest down to Candyrock.  How embarrassing.  I scored myself a nice raspberry for my trouble.  Oh, and I also birded Brushwood in the morning.  Tomorrow, I will be leaving on a jet plane.  Sultry and I are going to Lake James, North Carolina for ten days.  This will be my last hoorah before leaving for the Farallones on the 18th (which is also the date of the World's Last TPAD).

Me and Lola, nursing wound. 

This is one of a few Cooper's Hawk fledges that is currently hanging out at Brushwood.  

One Month Remains

I am one month out from my last day of the season down here.  I have big plans afoot, and will be travelling to many new and exciting adventures at a location near you.  Until then, you are stuck with the same old southern California photographs that I am sure you are sick of by now.  I know I am.

Dr. Curtis tells me this is some kind of Hawk Wasp or some such nonsense.  It's pretty intense looking, in any case.

We found some baby Cooper's Hawks today, just hanging out and screaming at stuff.  It was cool.

Lack Of Enthusiasm

I haven't been taking a ton of photos the last few days.  I haven't been birding much outside of work.  There are still good numbers of migrants around.  I am very much excite for this weekend's pelagic.  I will be Epique.  I saw these two birds today:

California Thrasher, Puente Hills, CA.

Cooper's Hawk, Puente Hills, CA.