There are no songbirds here. Correction: there are three individual songbirds here. Three. There are more people on the island than songbirds. I spend my days wandering around the island, searching every nook and cranny for invisible birds, and being swarmed by flies (more news on the flies soon). We were socked in with fog for a week, but the last few days have been sunny with a breeze. Neither are conducive to migrants landing on the island. It's gonna pick-up soon, I know it!
I haven't been taking many pictures lately, and a lot of them were washed out in the fog, so I messed around with the contrast and colors on a few. Enjoy!
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| Great Blue Heron perched regally on the tippy-top of Saddle Rock. |
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| Ruddy Turnstone with extra color saturated legs. |
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| Sunset behind Maintop. There haven't been many clear enough evenings for sunsets, so this was great. |
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| The California Sea Lions don't mind the flies as much as we do. |
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| A Least Flycatcher I banded. Sweet bird. |
