A mule deer in the Sandia foothills. As so often happens when I see deer, I was walking along, lost in my own thoughts, when all of a sudden I noticed a small peripheral movement — and there were three deer, all of whom appeared to have been lost in their own worlds as well.
A curve billed thrasher sings his heart out atop cholla cactus.
I’m happy to report that I’ve seen dozens of these little butterflies in the Sandia foothills over the last few weeks. The beargrass is starting to bloom so they’ll soon be going underground — which makes me all the more grateful to have seen so many of them.
Alas, the sandhill cranes have already begun their northward migration.
A sandhill crane comes in for a landing near sunset, at the Bernardo Waterfowl Complex.