|Welcome to the blog, my old friend|
Somehow, I haven't posted before about one of my favorite desert birds, the roadrunner, Geococcyx californianus, a friend to all cyclists possessed by the spirit of Kafka, Cervantes, and Monty Python. They are fun to watch, and even more fun to try to take photos of with one pedal of a fixed-gear bike clipped in. This one moved fast, and was very adept at keeping cover between itself and my camera.
|What the coyote sees|
In mating season, I have seen them dance up to reflective windows proudly bearing huge lizard-prizes in their beaks, to demonstrate their prowess to the bird in the reflection. I was happy to see this one made it through last week's freak Arctic freeze. It seemed to be out enjoying the more moderate temperatures and bright sunshine. And no, they do not go "beeep-beeeep". They do, however, seem to shy away from any object marked "ACME".
Roadrunners sometimes get used to people, but I've seen that end badly for them when they get too relaxed around cars and parking lots. This one, though, he seemed to possess the right level of suspicion of our species. He darted. I rode. Get up. Go ride.