When I travel across the state and into another one, I sort of expect things to be different. Traveling from 500 feet above sea level through 7300 feet above sea level to 4600 feet above sea level, I sort of expect things to be different. And, many things are different. I left the land of Redwood trees and coastal fog and ended up in high desert and nightly thunderstorms. But many things are the same. One of those sameness are Western Scrub Jays making noise in the tree tops. And robins. And California Quail. And House Finches. And . . . well, you get the idea.
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Liza Lee Miller 