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
The sun is going down on things I thought I knew. For instance, I might need to start watering the snakes. I was two rooms away this morning when I heard Cowboy do his snake bark outside but I try to be prepared for surprises here on the human-wildlife interface. I keep various snake-removal tools …
The black-and-white broadside of a paint horse on a hillside at least a half-mile away drew me out of bed this morning. The news from the Sangre de Cristos and Jemez was not good after Earth Day wind, fire and dust violence, but we seemed to luck out near the Sandia mountain. The Calf Canyon …
I bought a new TV, finally buying one that wasn’t the cheapest of the bunch. I waited until dusk to try it out, holding to a no-TV-before-dark rule that I usually don’t break for anything but the World Series, an occasional NFL playoff, impeachments, insurrections and invasions. I tried out the Olympics and Longmire. The …
I rose this morning to listen to the rain. It’s so rare. I went to sleep as the weather came in, soothed by the sound of the wind, knowing it brought a storm. I discovered on rising a little snow on the Sandias to the south, a little more on the Jemez to the north. …
Looking west down the Las Huertas Creek drainage, across the Rio Grande to Santa Ana Pueblo and the Rio Puerco beyond. The Rio Puerco itself would run roughly north-south in this view. The East Fork of the Jemez River enters the Rio Grande from the west side, slightly downstream from the entrance of Las Huertas …
dream ranch 