They are living in my big cholla bush, a handsome pair of curve billed thrashers–just at the northern edge of their range. They eat insects and cholla fruit and boldly love puddles. Good parents, they are on their second batch of hatchlings. Sleek bold birds, I truly love them.
And spend hours watching them out the big window. As we have no T.V., Rich calls this occupation “thrashervision.”