[EBB Sightings] Huckleberry Preserve, EBRPD

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It was a splendid spring day at Huck yesterday. Greeting me at the
entrance was a handsome Allen's hummingbird, flashing his metallic
tangerine gorget; 
what a heavenly color THAT is. The trail was abuzz with birds. The songs
of wrentits and song sparrows filled the air.  A Stellar's jay did a
fair imitation of a red-tail, then segued into its more typical raucous
cries. Ha ha to you, too, brother. Peering into the canyon at the first
overlook,  I spied a small accipiter. Probably a sharp shinned hawk, I
thought. This was confirmed as he flew closer; the trailing edge of his
tail could've been drawn with a straight edge ruler. Farther along the
edge of the canyon, I spied the large shapes of a pair of companionably
resting redtails, no doubt taking a break from the travails of
childrearing. A pair of Bewick's wrens dashed through the trees,  on
their way to their own domestic duties. Clumps of pale Doug iris and a
scattering of star flowers ornamented my way. Along the lower trail, the
noisy chuckling of the creek was counter-pointed by a faint gobbling of
turkeys. As I began my hike out of the canyon, a female Wilson's warbler
hopped furtively within the trailside shrubs. Her beady eye was fixed on
me, and it was obvious that she was on her way to a secret rendezvous. I
was an unwelcome guest. So, as any good guest would, I moved along,
wishing her and her brood well. 
 
The great renewal of life here in the Bay is well underway.
 
Debbie Viess
 
   

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color=3Dnavy
face=3D"Times New Roman">It =
was a splendid
spring day at Huck yesterday. Greeting me at the entrance was a handsome =
Allen’s
hummingbird, flashing his metallic tangerine gorget; 


face=3DArial>what a heavenly color THAT is. The trail was abuzz with birds. =
The
songs of wrentits and song sparrows filled =
the air.  A Stellar’s
jay did a fair imitation of a red-tail, then =
segued
into its more typical raucous cries. Ha ha =
to you,
too, brother. Peering into the canyon at the first overlook,  I spied a small =
accipiter.
Probably a sharp shinned hawk, I thought. This was confirmed as he flew =
closer;
the trailing edge of his tail could’ve been drawn with a straight =
edge ruler.
Farther along the edge of the canyon, I spied the large shapes of a pair =
of companionably
resting redtails, no doubt taking a break =
from the
travails of childrearing. A pair of Bewick’s
wrens dashed through the trees,  on
their way to their own domestic duties. Clumps of pale Doug iris and a
scattering of star flowers ornamented my way. Along the lower trail, the =
noisy chuckling
of the creek was counter-pointed by a faint gobbling of turkeys. As I =
began my
hike out of the canyon, a female Wilson’s warbler hopped furtively =
within
the trailside shrubs. Her beady eye was fixed on me, and it was obvious =
that
she was on her way to a secret rendezvous. I was an unwelcome guest. So, =
as any
good guest would, I moved along, wishing her and her brood well. =

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style=3D'font-size:
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