They come in wondrous flocks with so much energy, making calls that sound like seagulls. Always flocks, never just the one. They must be very sociable. Sometimes I see them when I’m hiking on the mesa, hiding in the—where else?—piñons, or escaping from me in a yakking mob.
We live close enough to open country that they show up here from time to time. The sound of their arrival jerks my head around. I’m listening to shore birds on a rocky coast without the surf, far away beside the ocean of New Mexico.
John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” See .png)
Beautiful!
Ain’t he though!
Wonderful photo, and cropped perfectly.
That’s what I thought! Good. Not imagining things.