Not too much in the way of novelty at Hamo a few days ago. Not that I would have noticed while trying to survive the bitter wind. We did find this perfect little jingle shell, though. I don't think I'd ever seen the pearly, translucent lower shell before.

Ok, these were on a farm, but picture the situation: we'd been birding all day, in Livermore, and had only just seen our first Red-tailed Hawk and Kestrel, two of the most common birds around. Then we drive by a flock of guineafowl. Too absurd not to record.