The birds I saw and heard that morning on Antelope Island were mostly Western Meadowlarks. Most of them were far away or too skittish to photograph but one of them decided to perch on the rock close to the road and sing his heart out.
The Meadowlark is taking a break from singing.
The morning turned out to be windy and chilly that day on island and every time the Meadowlark took a break he cringed from the wind and looked so touching when his feathers were ruffled.
Generally, life is good!