In our world, grasshoppers often get a bad rep. They’re labeled pests because they sometimes arrive in droves, and love to chow down on nicely-landscaped yards and farmers’ crops–little things like that. But here on the peninsular, no problem. There’s plenty of edible green stuff for them to chew on, and no one to upset. Personally, I find something totally magical about this little creature. Perhaps it’s his light brown color, opaque eyes, intricate design–not to mention the antennae. He is truly quite handsome.
Most of yesterday’s standing water is gone, but there is still a lot of action. The yellow-crowns are back in large numbers– you are likely to spot them anywhere. I love this photo, The Once and Future Yellow-Crowned, I like to call it. Whether these two birds are related, or it was a sheer coincidence, it was fun to see the fully mature yellow-crowned in the background and the young immature in the foreground. Kind of like, “What I want to be when I grow up.” That is definitely the theme of this season–the young and the old. I have never been so aware of the baby birds this time of the year.
One bird I’ve had a hard time capturing is the cardinal. I hear them, but they are hard to spot in the dense foliage, and they rarely sit still for long. So I was thrilled to be able to follow this cardinal’s song, and snap a quick shot before it vanished.