I think I am becoming a birdbrain or maybe I have birds on the brain when I am at the Desert Botanical Garden. On Feb. 27, when I was at the Yucca Station, a ruby-throated hummingbird was right by my shoulder.
A week later on March 6, a cactus wren visited me at the Mesquite Station.
Two weeks later on March 13, a mourning dove pooped on my hat while I was at the Cactus Station.
Three weeks later on March 20, I neglected to take pictures of the Gambrel Quails that visited me at the Sajuaro Station. And this week, March 27, as I was entering the garden I came face to face with a Roadrunner who was right at eye level in a tree. S/he was disturbed by my movement in getting out my phone to take a picture so I could only get this photo looking up, after s/he moved away from me.
Am I becoming a bird magnet?
A week later on March 6, a cactus wren visited me at the Mesquite Station.
Two weeks later on March 13, a mourning dove pooped on my hat while I was at the Cactus Station.
Three weeks later on March 20, I neglected to take pictures of the Gambrel Quails that visited me at the Sajuaro Station. And this week, March 27, as I was entering the garden I came face to face with a Roadrunner who was right at eye level in a tree. S/he was disturbed by my movement in getting out my phone to take a picture so I could only get this photo looking up, after s/he moved away from me.
Am I becoming a bird magnet?
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