Last weekend Peter and I bicycled along the Santa Anna River, and we came across an area of lush grass and big shady trees. It seemed to be a perfect spot to read a book and let Winston amble around in the way that passes for exercise for him - but his British Bulldog physique ruled out biking, so yesterday I went looking for car access. Unfortunately car access took us to the top of the bluff, with the shady park at the base. Winston may have made it down, but never up again.
Lots of hummingbirds and house finches, california towhees, black phoebes and say's phoebes, and four Cooper's Hawks - a family group.
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