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 …
Still and silent for the moment, keeping me company on a cool start of the day.
Fire season is obviously here when you can’t see Cabezon in the morning. It is 60 miles west of me, across the Rio Grande. Usually it is a clear landmark, the most visible among the Rio Puerco volcanic necks. I am staying inside instead of taking my usual early walk with Cowboy. There’s even a …
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 …
dream ranch 