After two years of a very sparse showing in the month of March (so sparse last year I thought I was watching an extinction!), Sandia hairstreaks are out in force this spring. I might add they seem to be making up for lost time — I’ve seen more duos chasing each other this year than ever before. I am so happy to see the little guys! And I’m happy to see spring arriving as well.
A quick-moving storm dropped a bunch of snow on the Sandia mountains and foothills earlier this week. It melted almost as quickly as it had arrived. 🙂
Late afternoon at Elena Gallegos Picnic Area a few weeks ago. The Sandias seem to have even more watermelon color in the winter.
Closing out another year of New Mexican photos with cottonwood silhouettes at sunset (Elena Gallegos Picnic Area), and wishing you and yours all the very best in 2020.
This photo represents a lot of what I both love and hate about winter in the Sandia foothills. I hate the bland, muted colors that lean toward brown most of all; I love the way the deer come down from the high mountains for the winter. This particular mule deer was with two younger deer whom I guessed were her offspring, and they were all fairly curious about me — although they didn’t let me get too close.
Since it’s hunting season right now, I confess I have mixed feelings about gaining their trust. They can trust me but I definitely don’t want them to extend that level of trust to all humans. I routinely thank all wild critters who allow me to take their photos, since they really are taking a considerable risk. And I say to them, over and over, “I’m your friend.” I have no idea if it makes a difference in terms of trust but it is true — I am their friend.