I moved to Arizona from Eugene, Oregon, also known as Track Town USA. Road runners were everywhere—streets, sidewalks, and trails. Funny that the collegiate athletes are called “Ducks.”
Here in Arizona, ducks are limited to rare wetlands in the desert. Roadrunners, on the other hand, thrive in the deserts and chaparral of the Southwest, and it is always a special treat to encounter this bizarre member of the cuckoo family.
I live in Granite Dells, a wonderland of granite outcrops with clearings (“dells”) nestled among the boulders and peaks. This is roadrunner country. Continue reading →
No, I am not going to pontificate on the NCAA basketball tournament in progress, though the testosterone-driven excitement around the games certainly parallels the changes that I see in the hummingbirds in my yard. Anna’s Hummingbirds have been chasing each other around like ballistic missiles with hyperdrive all month. When a surprising snowstorm raged through Arizona in the final two days before the vernal equinox, it was shocking to see zipping flashes of hot pink though the snowflakes. When I would replace a feeder of frozen nectar with fresh liquid, the feisty little birds buzzed my head as if annoyed that I was not out there at the crack of dawn with sugary elixir. Patience is not a hummingbird virtue. Continue reading →