Tuesday, on my way to yet another medical appointment—Xolair shots at the allergist’s—I was approaching the stop sign in front of Alta Bates hospital and saw a flurry of pigeons being scattered by a single dark dash, an arrowflight winged projectile: another merlin.
Either I’m fantastically lucky in this or we’re having a merlin irruption. They commonly winter here, but not in such large numbers that I see them by accident.
Posted by: Ron Sullivan