Condors and turkey vultures cut lazy circles high overhead each day as they watch for carrion. Only once did I see the vultures land ‘en masse.’ I trained my binoculars on them, as they perched upon an abandoned fence, lined up like bowling pins. It was quite a sight. I only wished I had a worthy camera, but didn’t. When up at dawn, I often spy blue heron or snow white egret heading for their favorite fishing spots, the ones that abound in frogs and pollywogs. It took my breath away one day to spy five stunning white-tailed kites perched together in a tree by the stream. It was my only siting of these hawk-like beauties that feed principally on mice.