August 10, 2022
The following photos are a culmination of several hours spent in the Sonoran Desert holding very, very still. It was hot by noon, but the sheer amount of wildlife and beauty was a total distraction. Birds were “coming out the wazoo” as my sister would say.
Finding (well… first hearing) a roadrunner perched at the top of a mesquite tree was a personal first. For anyone itching to see a roadrunner or two, Tucson, Arizona is the place!
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Gone Birdin' 