One day, dark rainclouds raced across the sky as if their lives depended on it and the next day Lauren would wake up to a solid blue sky void of anything but birds and sunshine. Today was one of the rare days where a few fat bottomed clouds sat low in the sky, their white fluffiness a stark contrast to the brilliant blue of the sky. A strong breeze from the north kept the June sun from being completely unbearable. To Lauren it didn’t matter what was going on in the heavens. She would take her morning walk on the trail come rain or shine. She hadn’t seen much rain during her time in Hayley’s Point but that was probably because it was summertime and the rainy season didn’t start in northern California until October. Lauren was already up to dozens of different species on her life list. There was one species she’d yet to see, but that was about to change. Lured by the melodic song of what she suspected was the elusive Northern California weaver, she crept through the trees and off the beaten path.
