The setting sun was starting to redden the mountain. I wasn’t doing much. In fact, I had dozed off on the living room couch, working a crossword puzzle and experiencing the predictable effects of pasta for lunch. I see the sort-of-wild horses of Placitas often but this one happened to drift by just as I …
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 …
East and west, Tuesday, May 25, around 8 p.m.
Sometimes you have to drop everything when the Rio Puerco lights up. In this case, a pot of green chile stew for Sunday was bubbling on the stove and I was about to put a batch of Martha Stewart’s Kitchen Sink Cookies in the oven. But this just lasted for minutes.
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. …
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