Today the Long-Tailed Bushtits are working as hard as ever to gather invertebrates:
After a week I’m much happier with my photographs and feel they are getting better. I think this one really shows their essential character:
Long-Tailed Bushtits obviously have very special life skills. Quite how they manage to find such a vast treasure hoard of caterpillars is a mystery to me. They’ve been genetically attuned to identify tiny signs of every type of their prey.
I love their alternate names of Bumbarrels and Mummyruffins.
I’ve been lying in the brambles on a wet slope in the sun for hours now and I’m tired and hungry. Thankfully there’s a sudden bout of Thomas Hardy style sympathetic weather as the clouds appear, it gets cold, and there’s not enough light to get good photographs. It’s time to go.
I have a memory card that is metaphorically bursting with images and a mind that is full of memories of a glorious day.
Will they still be there tomorrow?