60 Yard Birds
Picture this: In a garden of native plants, along the edge of a streamside grove of oaks and cottonwoods, tanagers and grosbeaks fly from branch to branch, flashes of brilliant color against a tapestry of muted greens and browns. Woodpeckers and nuthatches hitch up the trunks of oaks, gleaning insects from crevices, while doves, quail and juncos pick up seeds from the ground. A jay calls raucously, and another answers. Finches and titmice visit swaying seed feeders, and flycatchers perch on conspicuous branches, sallying out to nab passing insects. A hawk rides the thermals above, while a screech-owl peers sleepily from a cavity in an old cottonwood. A dazzling array of bejeweled hummingbirds buzz from flowers to nectar feeders to flowers and back again. From the trees along the creek echoes the peculiarly unique bark-like call of an Elegant Trogon. This, of course, is not my backyard! This, however, is my backyard! (American Goldfinch, last April) Last year, Eric and I had