Here in the very quiet Tennis Club neighborhood tucked up against the San Jacinto Mountains, I wake every morning to birdsongs, some beautiful, some shrill. Only after several days here in the desert did I realize that they’re all coming from the same bird, a Western Mockingbird who perches outside my room on the same branch of a big Aleppo Pine Tree, producing a vast range of sounds for hours at … [Read more...] about PALM SPRINGS