This is a little nothing, just a bit of me that bubbled up in my head this morning. Maybe it’s a birthday wish for myself. There’s this bird. Well, I should tell you about where and when I saw it, first, so you’ll know why it matters to me. I lived, as some of you know, in the mountains in central California, the High Sierra. I was on the east slope, not far from where California and Nevada butt together, and about midway up the range, not far south of Yosemite National Park. … [Read more...]