Looking north into Beans’ hunting grounds.
Looking east into the morning sun.
...and west.
There are none!
Looking north into Beans’ hunting grounds.
Looking east into the morning sun.
...and west.
There are none!
One day I walked down the wash behind us to see what there was to see.
This saguaro has had a rough life.
I’ve been enjoying my new bar-b-que when the days are not so windy. This day was just slight breeze so the solar oven I found a couple years ago in a dumpster shields the bar-b-que just fine.
After dinner I took Beans out for her evening walk and she got another lizard.
I walked on out to the feeding station to give the coyote the last can of dog food. The bowl was gone. He didn’t just take it to his usual spot, he hid it on me. I looked all over. No bowl. So I dumped the last can into one of the regular dog feeding bowls I had found earlier.
No better way to begin your day than with a good roll the dirt.
I know you are in the there.