The sun was setting when we arrived there last Saturday. In the distance we could hear the buzzing and whirring of red-winged blackbirds. As we walked around the lake the noise got louder and louder, and there they were, three males, their red shoulder pads flickering in the evening sun as they tried to attract the hidden females.
We managed to get close to one, its tail feathers spread wide, as it tried to out-dance the other birds.
Santa Cruz Mountains, California