I looked this morning for the Warbling Vireo in Bohnett Park, hoping it might be back for its ninth winter. Alas, I could not pull it out, but I haven't yet given up hope. There was a dull Western Tanager there as consolation.
Whilst looking unsuccessfully for the Great-crested Flycatcher, there was a White-throated Sparrow in the Atascadero Creek bed.
This morning there were a dozen Pine Siskins on the thistle socks at my house.
