Author: Steve

And a house finch.

Jockeying for position.

Usually they’re at the waterline foraging, but here they are on a post.

Willets are conspicuous, and a coastal thing, except when they go inland to breed on the prairie in the summer.

Post-cataract surgery, as expected, the sight in my right eye is improving every day.  That’s normal for the first week or two as my eye and brain adjust.  I got the multifocal lens, so now I see well at any distance without glasses and even though the vision in my left eye is pretty good, my right eye is already better.  But now I miss something.  I miss the transition lenses on my glasses that go from light to dark and keep the sunlight just right whether I’m indoors or out, sunny or shady!  If I want that back, I’ll have to find some nonprescription photochromic sunglasses.  That’s funny.  Now that I don’t need glasses, I’m looking for glasses.

I want to send out a really good closeup of an American Oystercatcher.  But I don’t have one.  The best I’ve got this year is this.

He wouldn’t let me get any closer.  The faster I walked, the faster he walked.

Stand under a random van.

At the parking lot for the bridge to Mexico.

Bronzed Cowbirds beating the heat.