Sweet Western Birds

The sun was warm at Giant Springs, and cedar waxwings were basking.

Smooth little dumpling birds, hanging in the bare branches like ornaments.

A Bullock's oriole flaunted his snowy epaulets in the same tree.


A firebrand of a bird, singing perhaps about the swarms of midges all around him, about abundance.

While lower down, a least flycatcher sat her fluffy nest.