Well, I'm not in Capistrano, but every fall the swallows collect beside our canyon/wash and gather for over a week. They swoop down in front of my car and swirl around near the hills and cactus. Then one day, they'll all be gone. I don't know where they migrate to, but they are wonderful to watch as they congregate and fill the neighborhood. They consume all the bugs around and for a while at least we are bug free. We see bats now too, and of course, the lesser night hawks. I wish I was like you, crusty, and had skill with a camera, but my camera is in my head, which by now is overstuffed with a lifetime of seeing things. In the mountains now (where we went last week) the cormorants are migrating toward the coast and ducks are passing through, resting on the lakes overnight. In a few more months my husband and I and friends will head south to Wilcox where we watch the Sandhill Cranes that migrate to the playa. It seems the movement of the birds dictate the seasons of my life. Interesting thought.

Sunshine.