After such a long absence from my blog, I’m surprised to find myself compelled to write. I’m not surprised that what compelled me was birds and photos. For Christmas this year, my loving husband got me a telephoto lens for my Canon camera. He was probably tired of hearing me whine about not having a telephoto lens.
This weekend, he didn’t hear any whining, in fact, he got a big, fat kiss on the lips and a great big “thank you for my telephoto lens, honey!” I’m nothing if not grateful!
We went camping in the heart of LA. Well, it’s the heart of LA if, like me, you feel that LA starts right around the southern edge of Santa Barbara and ends at the northern edge of San Diego! We camped in San Dimas at a little, bitty lake called Puddingstone Reservoir. You might think I’m making that up but, I assure you, I’m not. Puddingstone.
Anyway, despite the location in a county park with a small reservoir, I wasn’t exactly thinking about birding here. Oh, dopey me!
We hadn’t even gotten breakfast dishes done when Greg came running to the motorhome and said, “Grab your camera . . . it’s a roadrunner!”
We didn’t see any wiley coyotes in hot pursuit but I kept looking . . .