Saturday, May 5, 2012


One of the most distinctive things about living in the desert is waking up in the morning to the sound of mourning doves and quail. It takes a while to figure out which type of bird is making what sound, but once you do, you realize that both mourning doves and quail are everywhere. We love to see them when they run on their little short legs across the road as we ride bikes around the neighborhoods. They are especially precious when they are followed by a line of tiny babies all in row, running behind them. They will fly only when they absolutely have to do so. They are the cute entirely inoffensive little friend of the desert.

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