Numerous in the southern Rockies.

Feeds on ground hopping about searching for seed, insects at forest edges and clearings.

Black lores. Pale gray head, sides, wings and front with white belly and rufous back. White-edged tails which they flick in flight and alarmed. Pink bills

Awake to a wonderfully mild and glowing morning but not before the even which now begins well before five am. I am so very grateful to Jehovah that after the first two weeks of wintry below freezing temperatures, now this has become such a comfortable campsite. I rise, dress in my fall blues, open the tail gate and begin preparing a cup of hot. At eight-thirty, Gordon rises and begins cooking pancakes for us and I have four, which are about six inches in diameter, and totally awesome.

Right after we eat, we lock up the vans and pack out for a hike in the national forest. Gordon is going to show me some of the viewpoints near this campground.

Later, upon returning to camp, I see a small bird flitter from branch to branch and then stop on one limb. I begin taking photos and describing its features to Gordon.