As we walk around the streets of T or C NM, we hear conversations all about the heavy rains and flooding that was here just last week. We see buildings with sandbags still piled against door bottoms to keep out the water as it rushed down normally arid lanes. Just as the conversation fades, so goes the rain. The Rio runs not so Grande and the water has mostly dried to cracking mud along the curbs.
Life is such a balancing act. Learning to live with the highs and the lows, somehow trying to find the comfort of the middle ground.
Enjoy where you are, and what you have today. It will most likely be more or less than you want. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
While I have some much more manly birds to present, I just can’t stop being drawn to this image of a Sandhill crane (Grus canadensis). There are large numbers of them at Bosque Del Apache in New Mexico, and they are also one of the most populace birds in the world. They are a big bird. The male can come in at 10-12 pounds, stand a height of almost 4 feet with a 7 foot wingspan. They have a haunting yet appealing call. For as gangly as they are on ground, they are specimens of extreme grace in flight. The Southwest Indians thought the Sandhill mystical, and that the cranes most surely flew with the songbirds on their backs.
I especially like the extra weight of mud they fly with on their beaks and feet. Little boys have just gotta find primal appeal in the way these guys dance & play in the mud. Some of us adult men will even want to at least get our shoes muddy after watching them!
Play in the mud on your journey††nada te turbe††jim