
Birds of a feather
A curved-bill thrasher is perched atop an ocotillo. She is a lyricist with a large vocabulary, her whit-wheet rising up like a refrain. The Inca doves don’t like her. Three of them fly off to a nearby cholla.
A curved-bill thrasher is perched atop an ocotillo. She is a lyricist with a large vocabulary, her whit-wheet rising up like a refrain. The Inca doves don’t like her. Three of them fly off to a nearby cholla.