Cercidium floridum. Note the thorns at the side.
Loud joyful Pyrrhuloxia on a telephone wire, furtive Abert’s Towhees hopping in the bushes, not yet in song. Best of all, a Great Blue Heron gliding across the wash, yellow beak piercing the air and crooked neck forming a pouch-like keel. Still cool and crisp, but spring is creeping in.
Returning for an evening walk, I saw a Loggerhead Shrike, a first sighting in the wash. He was clear in the evening sun, with black eye mask and black edge to the wings. Also a hawk or owl chasing a pigeon.