Long time, no post!
The crew and I haven’t been carried off by a herd of javelina or become caught in the clutches of an angry cholla. A very slow computer has thwarted repeated attempts to post.
We’re still enjoying our Sonoran Desert camp near Why, Arizona.
The only critters we’ve seen are Little Jackrabbit and Big Coyote.
While sitting at the table next to the back window of the Best Little Trailer, reading comments on this blog, I look up and see Big Coyote trotting outside the window. I scramble for the camera to take his/her photo as he/she circles our camp.
Darn! No memory card!
Quickly I pull the card out of the laptop and fumble to put it in the camera. Meanwhile Big Coyote disappears into the scrub. I go outside and look around. I check the wash behind our campsite. No sign of him.
As for the jackrabbit, at first I thought he was a cottontail.
I see now that his ears are over-sized and he’s just a very small jackrabbit. I watch him hop around outside my bedside window. Usually he appears at dusk.
Another play date!
One sunny afternoon my friends bring the crew’s friends over to our campsite. You may remember Julie the dachshund . . .
And Samantha the beagle . . .
Much fun is had by all, including Bridget who manages to stay out of the photos!
What does a tail pointing straight up mean?
Around three-thirty in the afternoon on Saturday. . .
A pick-up stops in front of our camp while the crew and I are relaxing outside. As a precaution, I get up and go inside the Best Little Trailer, shutting the door behind me.
“May I help you?” I call through the open window.
“Yes! I thought I’d let you know we’ll be having a little a party up there tonight.” He points further up the lane. “Just so you know what’s going on.”
I thank him. He tells me there will be about twenty people and they’ll be coming in around four and leaving at eight.
“Just a bunch of old folks,” he adds with a chuckle.
Later the crew and I are walking the lane in the other direction when he pulls up again in his pick-up.
“You’re welcome to join us if you want. We’ll have some good food. We’re gonna’ barbeque.”
I decline and he motors on to where they are setting up. As it turns out, the party is small and no bother to us at all.
Reggie finds the skeleton of a saguaro.
It probably provided a home for birds while it was alive and now it may be a home for small, ground creatures.
“Come along, Reg.”
We pass a vacant campsite.
“Whatcha’ got there, Reggie?”
Hmm . . . Someone discarded their shoes . . . .
Okay. This slow computer is wearing me down.
Posting is too tedious today! I give up!
Maybe tomorrow will be better. Bridget and Reggie are annoyed with me for being at the laptop so long. I don’t blame them. Y’all take over comments for me please. Welcome newcomers, ask and answer questions, keep the conversations going, speak up for anyone needing kind words.
Thank you!
rvsue
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