Sitting, quietly, this Sunday morning, watching new-visitor long tailed tits in my garden, has reminded me of the surprise delight of bird watching in San Francisco. We’d been there less than 24 hours before the purchase of a bird guide became essential. The sea shore is awash with birds, as are the many parks and gardens we explored. Sadly my camera is not quite up to long-distance bird photos so my pictures are mostly somewhat fuzzy, though they act merely as a reminder of the real thing.