On a birding day where the species count for an hour and a half of walking was 27 (my record is 29), last Saturday I was thrilled to see the bird above in the same tree as the bird below. Above is a black-crowned night heron catching a catfish. It’s not the one I saw, but it’s an uncommon bird in the South Valley. The curved bill of the white-faced ibis, below, gave it away. Why they were having inter-species communication is beyond me.