"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Friday, August 30, 2013
Yesterday afternoon I took Cash for a walk in the Hidden Mesa Open Space area located about 15 minutes southwest of us. We had a good time, or at least I did as I found five prehistoric sites as we were walking along the trail. Cash spent a lot of time giving me "Can we just go now?'' looks while I was taking notes and taking pictures.
As we were driving home I spotted a flock of wild turkeys crossing the road. They were coming out of the bottoms of McMurdo Gulch, headed uphill into the scrub oak.
This young tom figured he had better pick up the pace and trot across the road to beat the oncoming truck. I counted 16 in this flock.
I don't think we had gotten another two minutes down the road before we saw another flock of six come up the hill and across. This group was much more skittish than the first lot, who had actually stopped and stared at me for a few moments before taking off into cover.