If my writing seems a little lethargic blame it on the siesta. Since my arrival with Annie and clark almost a week ago all I want to do is snooze...siesta here. Not that I don’t nap in Montana but this is different. Here’s how: the sun shows up early here and shines all day long. Clark tells me it’s the same time zone as Montana but I think he’s off somehow. He usually lapses into some explanation of our proximity to the equater here in Tubac, blah, blah, blah. I accept his explanation but he uses so many syllables for this simple difference that it wears me out. Thus I return to the siesta.
We have a nice spot here in Tubac. It’s on the outer ring of the old Tubac Golf Course. This translates to many empty lots all around us which in turn means some wild ass stuff going on around us. The Roadrunners are in a class by themselves around these parts. I don’t know much about this species. They can fly cause I’ve seen em but they also run like nothing I’ve seen before. A pack of Montana coyotes would get gassed and give up chasing one of these guys for brunch. Furthermore, they have a beak that would make a snake shake involuntarily. Rattlers don’t mess with em. Right now the Roadrunners seem to be in love. They fly up on the veranda roof and call out this quite pathetic moan. I’m sure it’s the love moan. I’ve heard it from clark when Annie isn’t around so I have experience in this matter. It’s a love moan for sure which means they probably won’t pick on me for now.
I’ve saved the best for last kiddos. It wasn’t a day after our unloading that Annie spotted a Great Horned owl in a big ass tree outside our dwelling. Try to have your morning constitution outside with this guy scrutinizing your butt. It makes me queasy as ever and I do my best to shorten things up. I thought he might find a new home with all the commotion Annie and clark bring to the back yard. But no. He’s still here. In fact, this guy has taken to leaving a gift almost every morning for Annie. It’s disgusting. I see a head and some unidentifiable and inedible body parts out on the courtyard. Thankfully, clark gets the shovel and pitches the gift over the wall (not political). I can focus better on my day once that carnage is pitched. Hey, I almost forgot this part. Have you ever looked an owl in the eye? Well don’t. They try to hypnotize you. Those orbs bore into your brain and before you know what’s happened you’ve dived into the swimming pool and this is not so good if you are a Boston Terrier. We sink...fast. Avert your eyes if an owl is making eye contact with you. I’m convinced they want to control our mind and at any cost don’t get into a blinking contest with a Great Horned Owl.
My Mom, Annie is painting up a storm since our arrival. This sun becomes her and it seems she floats at times through the day. I also know she has friends here that gather and talk about art, creativity and such. I’m in charge of clark during these times. I’m ok with that as it seems our siesta times overlap.
Clark’s peeps from ND arrive Tuesday. I like them and one of them is bringing Winston. Like me he has four legs. He’s also white as the Montana snow and will defer attention from the owl to him. Ha. I’m not going to tell him. I think he should discover this by himself. I’m betting he’s going to get seriously constipated. I love being back here. I know the smells here and I’m dang grateful to be in the middle of this fun and discovery with Annie and clark. Hey, who needs grass when you’ve got lizards under every rock?
Keep your feathers dry my friends. Until I feel inspired again.