The day before the sun went into permanent hibernation here, I had the lovely experience of a flock of Bushtits fluttering about in a bush right above my head while I was out on a photo walk. Although this little guy looks plump, Bushtits are tiny birds, much smaller than a Chickadee. They always travel and forage in flocks and they’re constantly on the move, tweeting and twittering as they flutter from branch to branch, bush to bush. I can tell this one is a male because the females have light yellow eyes. Although the shadow across the little guy’s chest is unfortunate, I feel lucky to have captured him at all. Most of the shots I snapped revealed an empty frame. By the time I found one through my lens, it was already gone.