First, food and water for the birds. Juniper titmouse is first on the scene. Cowboy breakfast next. Then coffee for me. Long live Whiting French roast. Watch the breakfast crowd grow. Then reading, including the latest Santa Fe controversy (click here). Then writing, hopefully. Then eating, following ancient custom of folding almost any foodstuff and …
Still and silent for the moment, keeping me company on a cool start of the day.
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 …
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