|Hepatic Tanager is a badass Tanager. I don't see this bird enough.|
|Plumbeous Vireo - contender for most ubiquitous bird in SE Arizona canyons, and loud as fuck.|
|This is my life look at Northern Goshawk. Invigorating and painful.|
|This is my life look at Spotted Owl. Invigorating and painful.|
|Phainopepla held true to its history of giving me good looks and suboptimal photos.|
|This is a cholla. They are normally very beautiful, when not firmly entrenched in ones leg. Many thanks to Laurence for extricating this fucker from my flesh, one horrific thorn at a time.|
|Rufous-winged Sparrow - Underrated? I think so.|
So, here's where the question of karma comes in. I paid the blood price and I saw good birds. I had sick looks at many of those good birds. Are those things related? Are they random happenstance? I have no idea. All I can tell you is that I felt like those birds were earned, and that's a good feeling. And, while all the birds above are "good" birds and a treat to see, I think the catalyst to my ramblings is the next bird, the high prize of Arizona, Elegant Trogon. Despite hordes of poorly adorned nerds hiking the canyon, to my knowledge no one else saw this bird that day in Madera but myself and Laurence. Might other birders luck have been helped by car trouble and a cactus in the leg? One can only speculate.
|I don't think birds get better than this. It's downhill from here.|
Oh yeah, and some dickhead stole my bike while I was gone.