But most of all there are birds. Quail scurry across the driveway with their delightful chicks following in a row. A roadrunner dashes by with a lizard hanging from his beak. The trees are filled with birds so diverse that I won't begin to try to name them. Ravens and an occasional hawk soar across the sky.
Life is abundant here.
I am at home with this desert. Anne, what a lovely remembrance of your father. That Memory Album sounds terrific. This article is eloquent. I know your father would be proud of.