Before the sun even had an opportunity to rise over the Catalinas, we were on the trail. Even before the birds, as it turns out! We were so busy chatting and getting acquainted that we really forgot to notice how few birds were about. It was a crisp morning, still chilly in the shadow of the mountains, but cloudless and promising to warm up soon.
As the sun rose higher and the trail climbed, it was time to shed sweaters. Soon we were stopping to investigate bird songs and photograph those fascinating plants, not just the giant saguaros, but also cholla loaded with fruit.
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We heard a black-tailed gnatcatcher and some Gambel's quail that refused to show their faces. Marilyn really wanted to see the quail, and if we'd had more time, we could have found them. These wonderful little birds are so evocative of the Sonoran Desert.