What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days — J.R. Lowell
As we are on the brink of plunging head first into July, I decided to take a look back at some late June photos from previous years. Some of these images I haven’t even looked at in quite a long time, and they did seem to benefit from some light editing. This bunch all date from 2016, back when I was in the habit of getting up early every morning and hiking down to Lake Natoma and back. I only wish I could manage to get myself back into that habit again!
I met this small Mourning Dove while hiking Mississippi Bar one morning before 7 o’clock. It didn’t seem too bothered by my presence and kept foraging busily in the trail; whenever I took a step it moved along ahead of me but refused to take flight. At one point it was standing almost directly at my feet. I had never played a game of “chicken” with a dove before!
The Red-shouldered Hawk was another early morning sighting
