When I arrived, a pair of birders was just leaving, having struck out on the goldfinch. Slightly discouraging, but I didn’t mind the idea of hanging around for a while; the weather was amazingly awesome. The couple drove off, and two minutes later I had the birds. MY birds. I stayed around for about an hour, basking in the SoCal sun and the glory of my long-sought victory. While I was at it, I did my best to crush this dapper male Western Bluebird, using my high-end camera and very low-end skills.