He knows I am here; I’m sure of it. He makes his clattering noise and jumps up onto the top rail of the fence, almost close enough to the birdhouse, for his nearly-daily visit. Fortunately for me, I had my camera at hand, so I grabbed a quick shot through the recently-cleaned window, hoping he would pose for long enough for me to get out onto the deck. But, nooooooo! By the time I got to the door, he was off. He sprinted down the open space towards the campground and disappeared behind a bush. I’m sure he was sticking his tongue out at me as I snapped away.
My attention was soon grabbed by a big something that flew into the gigantic mesquite tree that is between where he was and where I was standing in the yard. I’m wondering if a new nest is being made in that huge tree. I zoomed out the camera lens and tried to use it as binoculars to see if I could see anything, but was unsuccessful in locating anything useful.
I don’t think that location is as safe as the extant nest in the hedge beside our deck, but both eggs are gone out of there now, so maybe they don’t consider it as secure.
Stay tuned for more roadrunner adventures.