There's one thing I really love about the desert. In the cool morning air, the tweeting that goes on is lovely to hear. No, not the tweeting you hear about on your phone, but the tweeting, squawking and cooing I hear every morning from my patio as I enjoy my morning coffee.
It begins before light comes over the mountain with little cheeps. Then I heard a little flutter or two of wings and this guy leapt up on the hummingbird feeder. His beak is a little too big for the holes, but that didn't keep him from trying, even while hanging upside down.