Black Phoebe...

... or, the King, as Margaret had taken to calling him, because every time we look out our side kitchen window this little guy is perched on top of something - the bird feeder, a sprinkler head, our puppy whirly-gig, St. Francis' head. (You get the picture!) Larry did a bit of internet investigation and learned that this curious little non-migrating western states native really is called a Black Phoebe, and he's a member of the "tyrant flycathers". By nature, they perch on a fence, a branch, etc. and wait for their prey to fly by, then they are off to "dine"; once they've snacked they return to their look-out station and the whole process starts again. (And here we thought he just had a bit of a superiority complex...) Anyway, he's a real cutie.