A Javelina herd chomped their way through our front yard earlier this week, devouring many of our carefully tended plants. Their favorite “foods” are the starchy roots of our agaves.
Finishing off an agave together. Yum!
Tummy full and content.
Poke on the nose. Ouch!Discolored nose sets this one apart.
I suppose it is the time of year for feasting…
A cold, wet storm moved into the Tucson area yesterday and it’s been raining ever since. Good for our thirsty plants. Bad for the 9,000-odd folks riding in El Tour de Tucson bike event.
Apparently it is also bad for the juvenile Harris’ Hawk that lives in our neighborhood. This is what I woke up to this morning:
Seriously, that’s one pathetic-looking bird.
Crying for help…
Now I’ve got that Linda Ronstadt song in my head, “Poor, poor pitiful me…“
Real estate ad found in a local magazine:
Boy, does this raise some questions. Who designed this pool? Who built this pool? That must’ve been one awkward conversation! To each their own…
Recently read a paper from last month (dentist office, ‘nuf said). Came across a Mutts comic that featured the following quote by Hazel Nicholson:
A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution.
I would say this applies to all cats (except Bailey, because he thinks he’s a dog). But it is especially appropriate for our little Wylie.
Here’s Wylie “helping” us rake up the needles from our Palo Verde tree. It is worth noting that even Bailey is thoroughly dismayed by her antics.
Bailey ponders the pile. Yes, Wylie is under there!
Wylie in her ‘nest.’
My favorite move is the “Paw to the Head.” Bailey is the king of this house—and he’s trying to explain that to Wylie. She’s a slow learner…
Mule Deer (Odocoileus hemionus), Tucson, Arizona.