I have my first bunny at the bar. I wish I had binoculars to see his face up close. The boys must be back at the ranch because I hear one of the donkeys yelling. And now Mr Bunny is sampling from the other water bowl. I filled it to the brim so he doesn’t have to step up onto his back legs. He’s sort of looking like a drunk at the bar with his head resting on the brim of the bowl. Now he is gone. But there is more action starting. More quail appearing. And I just saw a jack rabbit running down the horse trail.  This couple of quail have something to say. Having a bit of a chat. Smaller than the first two. Dogs are barking in the distance. Horses neighing in the campground. I so prefer the horse people in the campground to the drunken concert campers. But it is fun to wake them up at dawn as we walk past gossiping, talking smack to each other or gossiping about neighbors. Me snapping at Bucky the donkey to get his head out of my pocket and to stop trying to chew on my leg. Ah ha! My first California Thrasher is at the water bar. That birds name sounds like a punk band lineup at Pappy’s. I think Yucca Man is awake.