We were taking in the views Tuesday morning, glad for moisture in the midst of drought. The first bird I saw was a Townsend solitaire perched on a fence post. Cabezon was clear to the west. Maybe unwisely, I decided to check my email. The first message was a little more odd than the regular …
Nothing else. Just Saturday morning.
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.
Towhee. Lost gloves. Hillside romance. Titmouse. Good book, (hat tip to a friend). Sunday clouds. Last of the Oct. 26-27 snow. Voting souvenir. More visitors: Titmouse. House finch. Junco. Western bluebird, one of many robins. Click on Nate Silver/FiveThirtyEight for his final Nov. 3 election forecast. What’s cookin’. Also stopping by: Mountain bluebird. Sage thrasher. …
Two days: First winter weather approaching piñon/juniper country.
Four views at sunset.
Were there dogs at dreamranch before Cooper? Yes, there were Sadie and Molly, who were here 23 years ago, when I could count neighbors on one hand and the creeks still ran. They loved the water here — in Orno and Las Huertas creeks — but I’m showing them here in the East Fork of …
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