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Mexican Pronghorn Antelope

Guess who dropped by this evening? A small band of Mexican Pronghorn Antelope has decided to have a long visit with the many Yucca blooms on the back of our land and on back onto the BLM behind us. Hubby snuck outside with the camera to get some photos.  The Pronghorn Antelope came up quite [...]

Yellow Wildflowers and Butterflies

by @ Friday, June 11th, 2010. Tags: , , , ,
Filed under Zazzle, art, bird and wildlife watching, wildflowers

It is so nice to be home at the ranch today.  This morning was perfect.  Warm, sunny and not yet windy.  I had fed the livestock, let the chickens out to roam, and sat down in the shade with a cup of coffee.  My husband was walking around the yard, watering the trees and my [...]

Burrowing Owl

Since I am not allowed to be with my husband while he has his dialysis, and he has it at 5 am three days a week, what I do is toss the sleeping bag in the back seat and have a nice nap in the car while he dialysizes. Usually I wake up when it [...]

Looking forward with wildlife

Spring is here and even brought a little rain with her this week, along with some of our old migrant pals. The pyrrhuloxia is a very infrequent visitor who causes a lot of excitement when he drops by. Hubby came running to the kitchen and took several photos that turned out quite nicely in spite [...]

Spring on the Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge

by @ Wednesday, March 31st, 2010. Filed under bird and wildlife watching

We had to drive to Albequerque for the kidney transplant sales pitch just about a week ago. It was kinda cool to be snowed on in ABQ, then rained on half the way back, then lovely sunshine by the time we got to the Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge outside of Socorro, NM. We decided [...]

Do you think I’ve gone too far?

by @ Tuesday, March 9th, 2010. Tags: , , ,
Filed under bird and wildlife watching

This must somehow be a very fortunate day. Standing in the kitchen I glanced out the window and thought, “Who’s dog is that?” Looked a little harder. Ah. God’s dog. The young coyote trotted casually up the long side of the property, as I silently tugged at my hubby’s sleeve to get him to look [...]

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