When the counter is full at the Range in Bernalillo, I’m glad I live in a place where I can point the truck north on old 66 to Abuelita’s or Twisters, near the route of Coronado and homes of Puebloans who were already there, then east toward Placitas where Las Huertas Creek runs from a …
It snowed earlier. Later in the day, this woodpecker wouldn’t budge from my neighbor’s hummingbird feeder. The hummingbird didn’t seem happy.
All birds via iPhone.
Bird-watching Cloud-watching Cowboy-watching (And L to R, he is watching: Hoka, popsicle, free-roaming horse down in the arroyo). Sunrise-watching Sunset-watching Beans-watching TV-watching Just watching
I still haven’t unfurled my first-ever yoga mat, contrary to the surely good advice of so many friends, but with a strained hamstring and plantar fasciitis in the same appendage I did this morning use my stand-up desk for coffee and bird-watching and slathered raspberry jam only on the leftover crusts of my fried Spam …
Well scare turned out to be just a bad pump. Some hope for snow in the forecast later this week. Most of the rest of the news not good but we took a day off.
