The Black Turnstones are not a moody, angst-ridden indie rock band, they’re a smallish shorebird we see around here from time to time. I caught this one and a few others poking around the rocks of the Edmonds Marina breakwater last December.
“What is it?” “I don’t know. It’s pretty fast and flies around like a swallow.” “That’s no swallow. Could it be a bat?” ”But it’s daylight.” Sure enough, it was a bat. Bats don’t like daylight much but they are known to come out and
Woody eyeballs a path to the juicy bug goodness hidden in the tree.
“Honey, look what I picked up at the Home Depot!“
I almost forgot to show the Sandhill Cranes some love this year! Each spring, millions migrate from the Gulf Coast to their breeding grounds in Canada. There’s also a smaller migration from the Gulf of California to Alaska. We’ve been to Nebraska for the cranes. March can be