Camping Birds

We just got back from a camping trip.  We went to Buellton, California — on the Central Coast.  We had a great time there but the birding at the campground was limited.  I really thought I’d only be able to report that I’d seen crows.  Saturday night, it poured with rain.  In the morning, I took Ruby out for her early morning walk and had some trash to clean up as our trash can had been blown over in the night.  The RV park we stayed in had a dog park which was really nice.  As I had her out there Sunday morning, I was rewarded for my early morning diligence.

Good morning to you too, oh you stunning Western Bluebird.  There were about six of them hanging around.  So lovely.

This bird was also there but I can’t figure out what it is.  It looks sort of sparrowy but I can’t find one in my Sibley’s guide that looks like that with the strong white wing bars, that coloring, and a black beak.  Anyway, if one of you is saying, “Well, duh?  It’s a . . .” Please let me know.

There was a flock of something else high in a tree that I could not identify.  Most frustrating.  And, no good pictures of them.  Sigh.

At least the crows were easily identifiable.  I’ve got that one down, at least.

Gage had dropped a cube of butter while clearing the table.  I hadn’t picked it up and had kept Ruby away from it.  The crows took awhile but they found it.  They were taking turns coming in and eating huge beaksfull of butter before flying off and letting another one have a go.  I didn’t have the heart to clean it up — they were loving it so much.

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