Things are quiet in the arroyo where I walk. The bunnies are all underground, the prairie dogs are hiding, most of the birds are gone. There are some red robins and bluebirds breaking up the scenery in the bare branches of the brush.
But soon, yes soon, the meadow larks and the quail and the roadrunners will be back, the bunnies will poke their tiny newborn heads from the ground, and the hawks will come a-hunting.
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