I thought I'd do some foothill birding this morning, so I went up to White Ranch. Oops. Where did all the wind come from? After hiking up ice covered trails and walking at a near 45% angle to combat the wind (if it had stopped suddenly, I'd have absolutely fell right on my face), I decided that 5 Mountain Chickadees just weren't worth the effort. I made my way down to Prospect Park in Wheat Ridge. I walked along the greenbelt and found a calling Virginia's Rail on the west side of the boardwalk, just opposite a calling/briefly appearing Marsh Wren. After walking through a gauntlet of gregarious canines, I stumbled upon one of the Bushtit flocks the area is known for. They are tough little buggers to pin down, but one or two stayed still for two or three seconds. They were constantly calling, which was a really nice sound to hear.
John Breitsch
Denver, Colorado