An Acorn Woodpecker in the drizzle, backed by the splendor of Yosemite Falls.
A pregnant doe leads another deer through one of Yosemite’s meadows.
A relaxed resident passes the time on a grey day.
This is what I’ve come to expect of Yosemite in June.
This Hermit Warbler was a brand new bird for me. It sat high in the tree singing “I’m a Hermit blah blah blah.”
A White-headed Woodpecker returns home.
Black-headed Grosbeaks are wonderful, inquisitive birds. They sound like Robins turned up to 10.
This is the best look I’ve ever had of a Dipper. Turbo powered birds!
The obligatory Half Dome shot.