All morning long, the cactus wrens and the thrashers have been taunting me on the deck. I have a lot of pictures of birds’ backsides and places where birds had been – just a fraction of a second ago. Grrrr – frustration was setting in.
But I caught a glimpse of something out at the fence line . . . yup! Our very own roadrunner was making a nostalgia visit to the birdhouse. Sorry, fella, you’re still a mite too large to be a permanent lodger there!
Click on his pretty colors if you would like to see him much larger!