After posting earlier today, I found my first Dusky Flycatcher of the year in my yard. The bird moved around trees in my and neighbors' yards, allowing me, as I only seem to do with empids., to take my time watching and photographing the bird. At first, I thought it might be a Hammond's, as it took odd positions that gave its face a "punched in" look. But as it moved around, I got better views and it looked just like nearly every other empid. I've ever seen in Colorado. Dusky! (Well, beyond that general impression, the bill, primary extension, and tail seem good for a Dusky.)
Soon after, inspired and made jealous by Rebecca's and Chris's texts about the Botanic Gardens, I took my dog back out. We headed to visit Marjorie Perry Nature Preserve to see what we could find. Turns out, not much. I did see my first Spotted Sandpiper of the year in the only spot they ever are at the preserve -- at the midpoint of the northeastern edge of the main pond. And I confirmed the Sora I heard yesterday. I'd doubted Sunday's encounter, because I heard the bird poorly and thought it might have just been a Red-winged Blackbird making some sort of whinnying call from the preserve. This time, the call was loud and definitive. I tried making an awkward variation of my awkward Eastern Screech Owl impression to see if the Sora would respond. Nope. Both days, I heard the bird from the northern portion of the preserve, east of the first lake. Each time, I heard it call once and only once, right as I passed by wherever it was in the marsh.
In potentially bird related news, as I was leaving for Marjorie Perry preserve, I found a dead, young rabbit at the very end of my front sidewalk, as if left for me. It had a single hole torn in its side and much of what should have been inside the animal was outside of it. I suspect the local red-tailed, which has been flying low over my house and perching on my trees much more than usual. When I returned from the preserve, the rabbit was gone, though not entirely.
A few weeks ago, while doing yard work around my home, I found a large pellet, with bones protruding from it. It was almost directly under the peak of my roof, which I think means a Great Horned Owl perched there at some point and expelled the pellet.
The wilds of Centennial, I suppose...