When we were in Hemet there was a very pretty bird that I saw every day on the big cactus and it took me a long time to identify. I finally heard the song, loud and varied, finally realizing it is a Mockingbird. When it flies you see a pronounced white stripe across the tail and each wing. This one was fearless. It stayed near me, seemingly posing for the photos.
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Maybe wondering who the heck is out during an Ice day? hahahha
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