The sky was full of mares’ tails A robin showed up first. Then the waxwings came for water. You can see the dash of brilliant yellow at the tip of their tails. I couldn’t catch the deep red at the tip of their wings. More later, maybe. Below you can see that wing-tip red from …
Normal hair day. Many are out for breakfast in Placitas and the Range is reopening in Bernalillo. A couple of characters show up for a drink. Some share. Some pig out. Then the tricksters come straggling home from last night. (A jackalope leaves a prickly pear half chomped). They’ve passed this way before and one …
My apologies to the woodpecker: I caught him with crumbs on his beak but he’s still a fine lookin’ fella.
Maybe it’s because sandhill cranes are starting to return north from our Middle Rio Grande Valley that I keep thinking of this Assiniboine story about the creation of seasons. I came across the story in an essay called Long Time Ago by the late James Welch. I liked his line, “It is remarkable how logical …
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