Not sure whether he’s a kingbird or another kind of flycatcher but he and his kin have been ducking out of the wind for drinks of water. Oops. How did you guys get in here?
Looking out the windows this windy morning, second cup of coffee on the stump beside me, thinking of friends and groceries and coronavirus. I remembered that March 18 was the date I stocked up for the COVID-19 quarantine, Cowboy food, too. I’ll need to make another trip soon. I was a thorough shopper on the …
Cowboy and I haven’t been able to see Sara for a couple of days. You know, all that stay-at-home and social distancing stuff. But we’ve gotten postcards. Here she is watching a sea lion on Animal Planet, a favorite TV show, with Rescue Dad Mike. And here she is all bundled up by Rescue Mom …
Tantalizing but distant. I am a little consoled by familiarity with high desert oddness. Placitas, New Mexico, gets an average of 11 inches of rain a year. A place I used to live, at the foot of Mt. Tom, north of Bishop, California, in the Owens Valley, gets about 5. Both places lie at the …
A month to go, but I’m here to give you a spring report. The looks of things change fast. The weather’s changing, too. Critters are doing their thing. It’s time for spring cleaning and maybe some home repair. Certainly there will be more bird-watching, conditions permitting. Maybe even a new selfie is due.
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