Yesterday was a bit better. I unexpectedly caught a Burrowing Owl in a mist net, and Sara, a grad student studying the owls this winter, was pleased at the opportunity to fit it with a radio transmitter. Then Dan found a Grasshopper Sparrow skulking on the terrace, and we managed to herd it into another mist net (Oscar and I fought over who got to band it, and ended up splitting it up – he put the band on, I took the measurements). Overall, though, things are rapidly slowing down. Fall migration is mostly over, and Farallon winter looms ahead.