I was down in the dumps for a while but then realized I was reading only about Trump, Custer and the newspaper business. My spirits are lifting now. I know there is no saving of the newspaper business as I knew it, but I remain hopeful about journalism and journalists. I foresee Trump following in …
April morning, after the storm. Birds here.
Super Monday. Super Tuesday.
I can report, after a year of apparently successful cancer treatment, that going to the dentist feels like a reaffirmation of life. Never has an hour of hanging upside down with my jaw propped open cheered me as much as it did yesterday. I shared this with the western bluebirds enjoying fresh water at my …
This morning’s visitors included these guys, and it was especially good to see the larger of the two — the Northern Flicker — in a circumstance other than a startling nighttime encounter on the front porch. The smaller Downy (I think) Woodpecker usually keeps his distance and even seems to prefer bugs on trees to …
House finches stocked up before the storm. It came in fast, right about noon. Some fellows are suited for the weather. Then there are birds of a feather. Some just like to stay inside together. No sunset views tonight. We may be snowed in by first light. Thanks to nmPBS, I made it to Royal …
Can’t say what’s more invigorating this morning, bluebirds or coffee. Just glad to be here. Thanksgiving update — I have a confession to make: My garlic and ginger alternative to green bean casserole, plucked from the New York Times, was a flop. The beans were tough, the garlic overwhelming, the ginger not chopped fine …
We were all out this evening, soaking up the last rays. Redondo, too.
dream ranch 