13 Dec New Mexico Morning in Bird Song
Early morning walks near my New Mexico home--especially Sunday mornings-- feel like prayer. There's the slight lift of the faint path as I swing onto the main sandy artery that connects to the pecan tree-lined fields below. Farmer's daughter that I am, I like checking the crops: there's the seasonal rotation of alfalfa, lettuce, onions, even watermelon. I stand in the stillness of the moment. And the crows know it. This particular morning, the sky is full of American Crows. At least one hundred of them, a moving cacophony and...