FOS means first of the season.
As I work at my home desk, I have a great view into my backyard. I have several feeder stations set up and during the day I get to watch a parade of species.
Lately it has been the Finch family with white- and golden-crowned sparrows, dark-eyed juncos and house finches that have crowded the feeders. When they depart, the California quail parade through, the males with their topknots and the females ushering in the young. In addition, the mourning doves and pygmy nuthatches make constant forays to the feeders, the nuthatches departing with sunflower seeds which they hammer into the ponderosa pine crevices.
An Anna's hummingbird continues to visit the wildflowers; I haven't seen any rufous hummers for a while, but they still are reported in the area.
Today I got to add white-fronted geese to my yard list. Not because they landed in the tiny pool, but because a skein of them flew overhead. I consider any bird that I can see from by suburbia yard to be fair game as a "yard bird." Even if they are 3,000 feet above me.
Though my county year has been derailed by personal issues, I feel like a marathoner who puked at mile 16, then twisted an ankle rounding a curb at mile 20. I'll limp to the finish, take time to heal, then be back.
While I nurse myself back to health, I'll feel good about the May/June 2011 issue of Bird Watcher's Digest. Publication is a tonic that cures every writer.