I’m not talking about Quayle jr., who has started his political career in Arizona running on his family name and a penchant for white lies. No, no. I’m talking desert birds. Did you know these sweet creatures squeek? I was house-sitting this weekend for family friends; the dad feeds a handful of birds each evening as the sun drops beneath the horizon. I threw the cup of seed over the fence as instructed and waited with my camera.
The little creatures scurried from high and far making the tiniest, highest noise. It. Was. Adorable.
I’m appreciating the smallest of Arizona life these days; it’s a challenge to find things you love about desert life this time of year, other than the obvious: air conditioning, ice cream, cold swimming pools, clean sheets, ceiling fans, popsicles, big hats, shade, etc.
~K