The jackrabbit was moving fast, at least three minutes ahead. These guys followed, noses down over the tracks. But sometimes you just throw in the towel. On a rainy day, this guy sat under a juniper and watched me, warm and dry, watching him through the bedroom window.
Saturday. Last of the yellow aspen leaves on North Peak and way up Del Agua. Just whisps of clouds with no forecast for rain. Most I’ve seen of Cabezon in a couple of weeks, with wildfire smoke from other states clearing slightly. Drought, smoke and pandemic make some critters grumpy. Others stay busy, looking for …
I had hope for a clearer day when I saw a streak of golden light from bed but was reminded how dry the ground was as I rose. I absorbed various facts as I put water out for the birds, made coffee, fed Cowboy, read the news. It’s still smoky to the west, over the …
The demon dog toy got me again. But this was the last time. It most recently had resided on top the of the bedroom bookcase, high out of Cowboy’s reach and any prospective victim’s path. Always hard to see because it’s flat like a whoopee cushion and brown like everything else around here, it had …
I’ve spent hours the last two days watching for orioles and tanagers and other exotic-looking migrators but it occurs to me tonight that my most reliable friends are the ordinary finches who hang out here year-around. They’ve been flying around in pairs all day today, singing excitedly. The red caps of the males seem redder …
Bull snake sets off on morning rounds at the same time as Cowboy and I. Mustard family still well-represented on the mesa top. Dust-up on the hilltop to the south, a quarter mile away. It looks like the more familiar locals are chasing off a dark gray interloper. More of a familiar bunch, protected from …
Tormenting me Sunday with that maddening New Mexico question: Texas Antelope Squirrel or Colorado Chipmunk?
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