My resident Mojave went to his/her hunting blind at 6:30 PM this evening, about thirty minutes earlier than usual. Notice how well it blends in with the shadows, as well as when it's in the light.
It seemed agitated and soon left to prowl around, which made me extremely nervous, and more determined than ever to get it relocated sooner, rather than later.
After a little while it settled back into its blind. I held my breath as a couple of Scaled Quail investigated, surely within striking range.
When they departed I got distracted photographing a Black-headed Grosbeak.
Suddenly I became aware that the Mojave had made a kill. I was so relieved to see the bird's identity... a Brown-headed Cowbird. Notice the cowbird is right on the spot the quail had occupied minutes earlier.
The snake held the struggling bird firmly, waiting for the venom to do its work. It took awhile, but within 10 minutes the cowbird was gasping for breath, then dead.
Here is the last photo of the 138 I took.