Like a star at night, I spend a moment on the first bird I see in the morning. Today it was a robin sitting in dead piñon as the sun came up. Being a sensible 73-year-old, I dismissed the anthropomorphic tendency to think the bird was doing the same thing as I, observing the glory …
It snowed earlier. Later in the day, this woodpecker wouldn’t budge from my neighbor’s hummingbird feeder. The hummingbird didn’t seem happy.
Thanks to neighbors Lori and Mike for the photo of their Sara visiting at their place with the young, free-roaming horse.
Well scare turned out to be just a bad pump. Some hope for snow in the forecast later this week. Most of the rest of the news not good but we took a day off.
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 …
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