This morning about 6:45, the Red-footed Booby flew over my head and south down the bay, squawking as it went. I was scanning for the RN Grebe (unsuccessfully), and had just put my gear away when the booby flew from the marina where the boats are parked north of the Harbor Police station. My guess is that the booby had roosted on a boat for the night, and got chased off this morning. It flew down the bay then turned towards Pt Loma in the general area of the bait barge.

Nancy Christensen
Ramona


A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
Chinese Proverb