The Cactus Wren sat nearby on a fence scolding me as I took this photo. I couldn’t see any babies inside when I looked through the binoculars. It seems silly to use all that red stuff, it gives away the location rather.
The warblers weren’t around (except for the ubiquitous Lucy’s Warbler, whose call fills the wash these days, and who will be with us for a while). But the Hooded Orioles have moved in, I saw two. There’s also a particularly handsome breed of black-backed Lesser Goldfinches hanging around today. The Abert’s Towhees are quite common, identifiable by the flash of reddish brown from their rump feathers as the fly away. A hawk in a dead tree as I came back; mottled back and white breast.