The Breakfast Club had not yet gathered when I tossed down the buffet yesterday, so I wondered what had made multiple parallel lines in the dirt (click the picture to enlarge). That mystery was solved when the toms arrived, puffed out to twice their size and strutting with measured pace. They periodically would strike their wingtips against the ground and drag them along as they walked. "Look at me! Am I not fine?!" That little female looks positively mousy next to the boys all dressed up, and it's hard to tell if she was suitably impressed with the display of testosterone or more interested in a good meal.
I'm a little worried about the prospects of a true El Nino year. It's not yet March and the girls are starting to shed their undercoat fluff. It has been unseasonably warm the last few days and difficult to remember that it was just a little over a week ago that we had snow. It was very nice, however, to see rushing water in the Cosumnes river yesterday. One can hope.
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