This American Pipit seems to have moved out of the Burrowing Owl Sanctuary, where I saw it several times in December. (See “Pipit’s Breakfast,” Dec. 27, 2021.) Maybe the Ground Squirrel circus got too intense for it? I saw it again in the second week of January about 50 yards to the west of the owl preserve, on top of a bush, taking in the first rays of the rising sun. Pipits are ground-dwelling birds and I’ve almost always looked at them from above. When I saw this one at a level slightly over my head, I didn’t know at first what it was. Some kind of sparrow? But not a sparrow’s beak! Finally it clicked that this was the Pipit. After a bit of dipping its tail and scanning the scene, the bird abandoned its elevated outlook and dropped to the grass, out of my view but back in its habitual setting.