19. August 2017 · Comments Off on Visitations and Rescues · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

A desert tortoise browsing the back porch. They appear to be interested in human structures, I’ve found them exploring my shop if I’ve left the door open.

In general, I’ve noticed that my dinosaur-derived neighbors are curious and will explore when they feel it is safe. Hummingbirds fly into the shop and hover while I work, or will supervise if I’m loading the car, and the canyon wrens will hunt bugs or just sit mere feet from me and converse lightly if I initiate by emulating their lovely and plaintive diminuendo.

Tortoise (Gopherus morafkai)

Moths often founder in the birdbaths in the early morning moonlight. I slip flat rocks under them to support them and lift them out. Some wiggle and strain, most lie still and let evaporation bring them freedom. A surprising number survive. Out of this group all but two were gone when I next looked.

Moths On the Rocks
05. August 2017 · Comments Off on Small Wanderer · Categories: Places · Tags:

Tiny Desert Tortoise (Gopherus morafkai).

11. October 2016 · Comments Off on Envoys · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

The young desert tortoise (Gopherus morafkai) –perhaps a bit larger than the palm of a hand– stopped by briefly, then went off into the tall grass. Sitting quietly next to it for a moment while taking photos was very peaceful, they have an ineffable deep and old animal-sense about them that I treasure, and their eye and head position language are expressive and endearing. Very simple and direct way to find out what nature really thinks of you.

The Leilia Hackberry Butterfly flew right at me from some brush and caromed off my shirtfront. It was brisk and breezy in those shadows; I suspected it was looking for warmth, so held out my hand. It climbed aboard and rode for a mile or so, down one wash and up another. I cupped my hand to block the wind as I went. I found it some grasses in sun with less wind and other butterflies feeding nearby. Photos taken with left hand wrapped across the top of the camera, not the easiest focusing and framing I’ve done.

As always, honored to spend time with my most estimable neighbors.

05. September 2014 · Comments Off on Quiet Evening · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

Stillness. No breeze, no sound of human transports. The tiniest sounds become evident: Plips of grasshoppers jumping, a bird’s feet rustling on a branch, a mosquito 10 feet away. Each footstep sounds like an outrageous intrusion. But I keep disturbing the peace and revel in the wondrous stillness. As the sun sets in the clouding sky I run into a rare creature whose purple nose betrays a recent binge of prickly pear fruits.

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