More birds are showing up each day it seems, or at least being more active. First hummer of the season at the feeder today. I’m thinking Costa’s. Canyon wren right outside is the first thing I hear in the morn – does it get much better than that? Gal from forest service came today to talk about drinkers. We went out there to Lookout Pasture, saw a vermilion flycatcher at Murder Camp, built some rock dams, saw fresh bull tracks and poo implying that one of the missing bulls is there, I climbed a magical sycamore with an apple in my mouth, and then we went to Lordsburg and Jean got on the train for her 10 day trip to CA. Joe Cannon came over in the evening and the three of us drank Dink’s beer from the tack room.