Wednesday morning after the rainstorm: the creek is wider and muddy (and I didn't have my camera). Showers kissed by sun (thank you, weather gods!) bred rainbows over Peavine Peak.
Thursday morning hike: an entire covey of mourning doves (fifty or more) flushed as I approached. I was surprised that there were that many in one place, but more astonished that they flew before I was really anywhere near. Then I saw a kestrel cruising the area. I always root for the raptors rather than the songbirds. Why is that?
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