You hear its song before you see it: the sweet, high, fluttering whistle of the white-crowned sparrow. This plain little bird with the snazzy white stripes on its black head perches in the tops of shrubbery and lets its sweet song rip.
When Rocky, Josh, Greta and Rick aren't pulling carriages around downtown Santa Cruz, giving hay rides, helping with the local vineyard or timber harvest or hauling brush out of the San Lorenzo River, they can be found pursuing their favorite hobby at Wilder Ranch in the big corral near the old b