New Mexico travels
I still can’t help but laugh when I remember the story going around about someone selling tickets for the Salt Lake Olympics who didn’t recognize New Mexico as one of our 50 states. Texas is far more of a foreign country in my mind than NM, but that’s just my opinion. 😀
Driving around some of Eric’s old territory, I still can’t help but admire the scenery and the clouds were terrific.
Even when it looked like approaching storms, we never did get any rain.
Another lady bluebird…
and finally the colorful and cheerful Mr Bluebird.
First sighting of this unusual Abert’s squirrel.
That fluffy tail and those pointy ears are very distinctive.
Most of their diet is made up of parts of the Ponderosa pine. One tree that’s easy to distinguish by the bark.
An afternoon snack on one of the pinecones.
Later in the day we headed out to Elephant Butte to check on the Pelicans.
Lots of them there, but much too far for my lens to reach.
Had to make do with this California Quail standing lookout on top of a thorny bush.
You know the pickings are pretty slim when I’m shooting buzzards.
But the scenery with the sun going down made up for it.
Not to mention just hanging out and relaxing…
Throughout its history, the conservation movement had been little more than a minor nuisance to the water-development interests in the American West. They had, after all, twice managed to invade National Parks with dams; they had decimated the greatest salmon fishery in the world, in the Columbia River; they had taken the Serengeti of North America—the virgin Central Valley of California, with its thousands of grizzly bears and immense clouds of migratory waterfowl and its million and a half antelope and tule elk—and transformed it into a banal palatinate of industrial agriculture.
― Marc Reisner,