Birds? I still like ’em, I still take pictures of them. I am now back in civilization, society.
There are 2 positive things about this: The internet, and my cats have a house to run around in again, not a wee trailer.
I’m already feeling clausterphobic after less than 24 hours though.
Oh boy, not a good sign.
Johnny just doesn’t thrive in the city.
Gross. Hold me.
(Above: Western Kingbirdfledgie, below: Sage Thrasher stare down)
The field season was a good one, though I still prefer songbirds. Sage-grouse rock it, but the actual field work isn’t quite as thrilling. Lots of driving, not enough wandering. I was pumped to do veg work this season because it actually meant I’d get to hike a few miles. Whaaatt? Bird people, you know what I mean. We don’t necessarily dig veg work.
(Below: Western Meadowlark and Brewer’s Blackbird fledgie)
I really love southern Idaho, much prefer over the Moscow area. Those wheat fields up here are a downer. The sagebrush world is underrated. Lots of wildlife sightings this season. Off days were spent in a secret spot in the mountains, where I’m pretty sure I’m going to retreat and set up camp permanently as soon as I can get away with it. Drool, that place makes me drool. I’m definitely behind on the blog, as usual. I’ve got some ridiculously cute pika pictures coming your way. Wait for it.