Jon and I moved into the Inner Richmond district of San Francisco at the beginning of October 2017.

My first feathered friend is a greyish-brown bird who lives two trees away. Its beeps sound like the carbon monoxide detector when it is low on batteries – loud, crisp and repetitive. I affectionately call it Towhee, short for the California Towhee.

Whenever it beeps, I like to run outside (to the roof) and play my recordings of its beeps. We then get into an animated echo chase. It usually lands somewhere near but never too close for me to study it.

The curiosity of wanting to see more of it led to a shoe bird feeder.

[to be continued…]