Roadrunner. I say this with the same reverence reserved for Grasshopper in Kung Fu.
Remember when the roadrunner was elusive? I spent hours at the regional park trying to catch a photo of one. Well, obviously no more! Roadrunner now comes to visit while I'm doing water aerobics in the pool!
It started one day last week. I heard all the little wrens in the ash tree squawking frantically. I called Saby wondering if she was the culprit. Saby ran to the wall, staring and whining. When I finally looked up, there it was! Roadrunner!
Do you think Roadrunner is a sign sent to me? Perhaps he's there to tell me the meaning of life. Or maybe a sign to tell me that I must run quickly down the road to my next destination in life! (I'm in full agreement with that since that destination is Isla!)
Roadrunner's got a serious case of bedhead!
Roadrunner, you can't hide!
Seriously Roadrunner, who does your hair!
Roadrunner, just like his cartoon counterpart, was taunting the coyote. Saby whined, groaned, jumped around, while Roadrunner smirked. After staring at us for about five minutes, Roadrunner turned and ran down the other side of the wall. Why bother to fly when you can scale walls and run fast!
Ahhhh. Roadrunner. Beep beep!
