April morning, after the storm. Birds here.
April morning, after the storm. Birds here.
Other than the usual suspects — coyotes — the chief noisemakers in my neighborhood lately are these guys, Curve-bill thrashers. I could listen to them chatter and sing all day. The biggest kick in the pants is when one perches at the top of your chimney and turns your fireplace into a megaphone. That’ll get …
Super Monday. Super Tuesday.
I can report, after a year of apparently successful cancer treatment, that going to the dentist feels like a reaffirmation of life. Never has an hour of hanging upside down with my jaw propped open cheered me as much as it did yesterday. I shared this with the western bluebirds enjoying fresh water at my …
This morning’s visitors included these guys, and it was especially good to see the larger of the two — the Northern Flicker — in a circumstance other than a startling nighttime encounter on the front porch. The smaller Downy (I think) Woodpecker usually keeps his distance and even seems to prefer bugs on trees to …
The day began like this.
No Sean Penn. No awkward awards ceremony speeches or tasteless humor. Just blue sky, birds and trees. I did find myself worrying about what BLM might do with the undeveloped open space a few footsteps from my front door but crisp air smoothed my step and now I am back home, turning the page to …
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