I took off as fast as my legs would go on Thursday morning, headed for the arroyo where I take my morning walk. A roadrunner catching a drink in my neighbor’s sun dial brought me to a screeching halt. I tried to be stealthy and quiet as I got the camera out of my windbreaker. The nylon of the windbreaker was noisy and Mr. Roadrunner looked at me, but didn’t run. When he drank, his beak made a clicking sound against the sun dial.
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“Urban sprawl”, that’s what they call it. When I was a child we had to be rolling along the Interstate in order to see a real roadrunner. Sitting at the red light across from yet another Starbucks I thought “am I the only one who has not grown or changed in the last 30 years”?