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 sour across the sky.
Life is abundant here.
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