When it started getting dark, I headed back to my campsite and settled in for an early bedtime. I slept for a few hours right away but woke up sometime around midnight. In hindsight, I'm glad I did, because I was able to record some audio of a Common Poorwill (lifer!) and also get a nice look of the night.
After that, I wouldn't sleep much. A single Northern Mockingbird perched in a nearby tree seemed determined to keep me up as it sang the night away, rarely stopping its impressive repertoire. I laid in my sleeping bag until the tent began to glow with the first rays of sun, at which point I dressed and hit the trails around the campground.
I walked about 90 minutes and recorded a mostly modest checklist which included a few firsts of the trip (Mountain Bluebird, Bewick's Wren, Horned Lark) and a lifer! Until just now, I actually thought I had two lifers, but a closer look at the bird I first pegged as my first Pinyon Jay was actually the aforementioned bluebird. But the other lifer held up under scrutiny.
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My first ever Prairie Falcon swooped past and away before I could get a decent shot |