May 31, 2023 A gust of wind. Dust rises in a plume and yellow oak leaves skitter across the ground like marching locusts. When I turn my head, a roadrunner crosses the yard. Earlier, a male coo-cooed from the dry hillside above my neighbor’s place and now here he is in the feathered flesh. The first roadrunner in more than a year.
The Big Yard: Notes from a Pajama Birdwatcher
Wow!!!