AS READERS OF this column probably realize, wife Linda and I spent last winter and early spring in California with her parents. Our return drive the first week in May was uneventful and spiked with birds not seen during our trip out in December — multiple Swainson’s Hawks, Scissor-tailed Flycatchers, and other gems. And while the bird riches of California’s Central Coast do not lack for abundance or charm, it was only on our first morning home that I realized that I had been deprived of the resonant two-note honk of the Canada Goose for five months.
At home with Canadas
Jun 10, 2023
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