We got fairly much snow last week so I went out to see what kind of photos I might be able to rustle up. As if on cue, this roadrunner showed up with his feathers fluffed out against the cold.
We’ve had a family of roadrunners hanging around for a year or two but I do believe the family has increased in size this spring. They’re devilishly cute troublemakers and not too shy; I guess they’re pretty used to us. I’m used to them too — so much so that I almost didn’t bother to take this shot.
It’s been years since I’ve spotted a scaled quail, and I’ve never seen one perched on cholla before. As usual, I heard him before I saw him. And then, amazingly, I was able to sneak around to his light side and get a few shots before he was on high alert. The critters in the Sandia foothills seem to be loving the COVID-19 lockdown.
There are still a few mallards, coots, and Canada geese left in this Rio Grande Bosque pond. This is a very classic central New Mexican winter scene — i.e., with muted colors despite the golden light — which makes me long for spring.
A very large recycled roadrunner (with wings made of crutches!) overlooks the Organ Mountains at sunset. You can read more about it here (I think it’s brilliant!).