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…“
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.
I recently came across a series of Christmas photo cards while sorting through some old family memorabilia. After putting them in chronological order I just could not get them out of my mind, so I thought I’d share them with you. Granted a few years are missing, but what remains is a visual record stretching over 20 years. I found the meticulously posed and painstakingly orchestrated cards frighteningly compelling. The people in the photos did everything humanly possible to portray a perfect, well-to-do suburban family.
There are so many fascinating aspects of this photo series that cry out for discussion. I’m curious, what stands out to you? Please understand that while I may be poking fun I mean no disrespect to the family—they were merely products of their time. Also, it should be noted that I am not related to this family.
1953 Talk about high expectations…no pressure little buddy, no pressure at all.
1955 Perfect little towheaded angel.
1957 Gonna be a Quarterback, just like daddy.
1959 Arts and culture, too. Note the painting of her in the background. Self portrait?
1961 Treasure chest from exotic travels to foreign lands.
1963 Look – a beautiful new piano!
1964 Copying Jackie.
1965 In their well-appointed library.
1966 Drinking tea from fine china.
1967 Never a hair out of place, never.
1968 Note Junior’s class ring.
1970 The 70s were wild times…
1974 Even the dog has to smile.
This blew my low-brass mind. Seen at the Musical Instrument Museum.