March comes in like a lion and goes out like a monkey, (blame Jerome for the monkey jag.) Sizzor-guy is officially AWOL. The last day we saw the Scissor-tailed Flycatcher he was positively frolicking with a group of Cassin’s Kingbirds. A few days later we cruised through Woodlawn Cemetery only to find a few human fans huddled together keeping the home fires alive for his return.
No new birds this month. But a “New” camera thanks to W9. The SX-50 was sent in for repairs but the SX-60 was returned. Somehow, thanks to Lou and W9, a spare camera became available for me to investigate and test drive.
We visited Madrona Marsh a few times and are glad to report the ponds have returned.
A levitating horse was found at Will Rogers State Historic Park. One day, we took a fun walk around celebrity infested Pacific Palisades, taking photos of flowers while toying with camera settings. We chased Bushtits and hummers. I nearly took a serious header at Los Liones Canyon when attempting to navigate the dry creek bed, losing my footing. I spent the next few minutes lurching one way and then, staggering to recover my balance as I continued to stumble over the uneven rocky ground for a tediously long time. I felt that a gymnast final pose was in order, throwing both arms up in a victory stance. Clean socks and underpants are now on my must have packing list when we go adventuring. I don’t want to be a disgrace when the paramedics toss my mortified sack of bones, hopefully still unbroken, into the back of the van.
There is no guarantee that we will find any new (edit. not good. They are all good.) birds when we go out but friendship and camaraderie are always celebrated.
A big thank you to Jerry and W9.
And to my flickr friends a big thank you for all your support and inspiration.
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