Out my window across the canyon, the spectrum of yellow to green splotched about the red rock mountain ground.
Further up the frost notes its boundary from narrow white shadows of the hill’s erosion to the pines coated in frost.
The hilltop is hidden in the frosty blanket that serves a ceiling for cozy canyon ‘ville.
The Broad-Tail’s are back in town.
Sunny mornings now pecked with random whirling whistles of their frenetic flights.
It’s funny how the sound reminds me of the duece and a halfs I used to drive in the Army.
So, the bears had a party last night . . .
One way to know for sure when your local bears are out and about is to leave you garbage out for several weeks.
This property nearby has been vacant since December so the stuff laid out in the road all day long.
I tidied it up and tied it up before sundown. Their happened to be a rope in the pile so I made a little deterrent harness.
Not much of a rope, but we’ll see.