While the curved-bill thrasher sat at the top of the juniper this morning, I thought of the Thoreau line “monarch of all I survey.” At first I was smug. Yeah, but I’ve got coffee, I told myself. Then I rethought my shallow human insights. The thrasher doesn’t need coffee to help him take in the …
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.
