In the recent hot weather, I would think that the birds would seek out the cool of the seashore, like normal people. Instead, I saw several birds that I’ve usually seen by the water now perched in a hot spot inland, screened from the breeze and with the Bay out of sight. One example is this Black Phoebe. Normally seen on the rocks by the water’s edge, here it was preening on an evergreen branch on the land side of the western ridge, about as warm and dry a spot as could be found in the park.
I can’t explain it. I just throw up my hands and chant M.A.T.W.O.B. (Mysterious Are The Ways of Birds).