28 Oct Our Shells, Ourselves
There's a trail I like to take back of the small cluster of houses where I live outside Las Cruces. If I can I walk it early mornings and evenings just before dark. When I was a kid I did something similar, walking the pasture behind my parents' house. On good days I'd spot a horny toad or two, ground squirrels, and puzzled over holes. Did they harbor a rattlesnake? Here, near the Rio Grande, I'm entertained the same way: a prairie falcon one day, a Black Phoebe the...