|Seemingly barren, yet pretty; |
scenery on Bodie Road at Dawn
|Typical Stage Coach robbing, masked Bandit. Ok, maybe it's a Sage Sparrow.|
|Rock Wren with a mouthful of uncooperative, winged breakfast|
Wow. I mean, just WOW.
We even found a second group of birds a bit farther down the road. There was a Grouse cock that was just plum full of himself, and he did sort of an out-of-season breeding dance, in place. Ugh! Should have used the camcorder function! The bird puffed up his chest, spread his spindly tail feathers and 'pumped' himsefl up and down, his wings drooped at his side. His flock girlies ignored him. Maybe they were his siblings, who knows.
|Someone was just full of himself|
|View from the kiosk at the park entrance.|
|In the 1880s, Bodie was a bustling mining town|
|The local church - at one time, far outnumbered by the local bars|
|Even in their hay day, Bodie's buildings were ramshackle|
|I love the look of the weather worn wood in the old ghost town|
|ghostly gray Mountain Bluebird guards over Bodie|
|Another modern day Bodie resident - an Orange-crowned Warbler|
Surviving our visit to Bodie, we decided to head to Lee Vining for a much needed cup of coffee. We stopped at a great little coffee shop that was at one time a private residence, a Victorian house. There, with steaming cups of coffee, we sat looking through the window into a flowery garden, set up for birds - and therefore, birders like us. Don spotted a Black-chinned Hummingbird, and was tickled as it was a bird-of-the-year for him. There were the usual Lesser Goldfinches, a mix of finches and I even spotted a Clark's Nutcracker winging by in the distance.
|Back garden at the little Lee Vining coffee shop|
|Lesser Goldfinches working the Sunflowers for seed|