Field report: Part of the way along, it began to snow again. Up on the mountain not all of the winter snowpack had melted yet, either, so in some places the trail was impossible to find. Eventually we came to a bridge whereupon we found a gaggle of these.
Often, the one place the birds are is too bloody far away. This is why, possibly against my own better judgement, I habitually lug around a lens that weighs four and a half pounds. This time we had the opposite problem of getting the birds far away enough. These little guys — or possibly gals, as Poecile gambeli are not dimorphic — would just about fly right up your nose. I don't know if this was ill-advised territorial behavior on their part or if someone habitually feeds them in this spot.
Some additional shots:
Most of the rest were, not to put too fine a point on it, blurred.
