The house finches finally found my feeder after four months. The male was sitting on my back porch light singing last night, and they were eating in the feeder this morning.
A gooseberry bush in front of the visitor center has green leaves, and the grass especially along the sidewalks is turning green.
At Painted Canyon Tuesday, I saw a huge flock of about 500 sandhill cranes go over. They stretched way up into the clouds and were difficult to see without binoculars.
Painted Canyon, for as boring as it is to sit there all day when people don't come in, does attract the occasional falcon or hawk that uses the wind coming up the hill (ridge lift) to gain altitude and speed. It also attracts the occasional weird, greasy-haired highway traveler. Sometimes the bison are right outside the building.
