Poor Borrego Springs is suppose to hit 122 degrees today. As I write, it is 121 out. Oh the poor creatures that I love so much in Anza Borrego. How can they possibly survive? Our dear friend, Salvador keeps an eye on our house and plants while we are away, but what about him? How does he manage? Thank you Salvador for all your hard work and you do it with such grace and dignity. We appreciate you so much.
Here at Silver Lake at the series of lakes called: June Lake, it is 83 outside and Callie thinks it is way too warm and she can hardly open her eyes and move about. She is hanging out on the top loft but we have the air conditioning on and she is still being lazy. Thunder and lightening storms are expected on Thursday and it should be quite exciting hanging out in the RV. Callie isn’t afraid of thunder and lightening like our jack russel dog, Addy was. Thunder and lightening would send Addy into my closet and she would bury herself under any discarded clothing or pile of shoes she was fortunate enough to find. She would cower and shake and shiver until the storm would pass. Attacking a coyote was nothing for Addy, but thunder and lightening did her in.
We are having a fabulous time in the RV and it is another beautiful day. I suppose it is cooler for those that don’t wear fur coats!
It doesn’t get any better than this. After dropping Callie off to continue biking, we headed to Coyote Canyon which is something we have only done with a 4 wheel drive car. Riding the sandy trail with bikes was as close as it gets to riding a horse; which is my all time favorite thing to do with my sister Gayle. The day was gorgeous and still cool enough to enjoy exerting oneself under the sun.
When we got about half way to our finish line, I noticed one Hawk-moth pollinating a lovely scented Desert Willow tree. We had just passed through the second wash of deep sand, and I was getting use to biking off road. The tree was covered with bees buzzing all around it and I just happened to see the one moth. I raced over and was able to get a couple shots of it before it headed out into the vast desert. I was just writing about this moth yesterday when I posted about the Sacred Datura and how it depends on this type of moth to help pollinate it. They look just like hummingbirds in flight and their size is somewhat off putting because they are so large.
The bike ride was fabulous and I love off road biking. There is a trick to driving over soft sand but I got the hang of it right away and feel like a natural. I can’t wait to take the bikes to Mount Laguna. When we hiked there in early March, the trails were perfect for biking. Not too steep and rocky and wide enough to guide yourself around obstacles. What a fun day so far. Callie is resting and I was able to do the photography that I so much wanted to do. A Hawk-moth in flight in the middle of the desert. You cannot ask for more!
My husband and I were sipping tea and coffee outside after our morning bike ride when who should come to visit, but Mr. Roadrunner, and this time he brought his mate. The male has a beautiful headdress of red, black and white that flashes brilliantly when he stops to stare at me. He is really quite stunning and seems to know it! He runs very fast with a burst of energy for a short distance, and then stops abruptly and bobs his head. The female is more subdued in color but just as beautiful, and takes her cue from him. When he starts to run, she shadows him and I can only imagine what would happen when they come across a snake. It appears that they work as a team when hunting, and they are not afraid of Callie at all. If I had stayed perfectly still, they would have come into the backyard. I wanted to take photographs though, so it forced them to stay on the wall. To my surprise, they are eating the black olives from the olive tree and that is why I am seeing them more often. It has become an everyday experience to see at least one of the roadrunners careening through the backyard. They zip back and forth and act like they own the place, and would love to see Callie challenge them to a dual. Callie on the other hand thinks “not a chance” and acts brave but stays close to me and just makes funny little facial expressions and clucks to herself. When they flew back over the fence and into the desert, Callie raced up the olive tree to get a better look, and watched them with intensity as they ran along with their funny lope, back into the wilderness. What a wonderful way to start the day.
Anza Borrego Desert experiences incredible windstorms whenever there is storm inland, and I have never experienced wind like I do in the desert. These storms blow in with very little advance notice and I can only imagine the havoc it plays on the wildlife. Coyotes don’t have the luxury of saying, “Eh, it is too windy today to hunt, let’s take the day off and eat tomorrow!” The wind blows so hard that animals cannot eat nor can they hunt or even rest properly. The sand is everywhere and it gets in your eyes and nose and mouth and there is no escape for those that live outdoors. We humans at least have the luxury of seeking shelter indoors. I have given up caring about the sand in the house, but with animals, it is an everyday occurrence and acceptance must be the norm. One day, while the wind blew so hard that it kept me indoors, I watched this beautiful great white egret make a landing in our backyard. What a graceful bird… It took the power of its large wingspan to make a safe landing. It sought shelter from the storm and I was careful not to bother it while it rested. When the winds died down, this beautiful bird that in 1953, became the symbol of the National Audubon Society, in part, to prevent the killing of birds for their feathers, flew off in search of new territory. It left me feeling awed at the beauty of this bird and that we could be for once, a part of the solution instead of being the problem. This egret sought a safe haven in the middle of a sand and windstorm and I was able for a change, to provide a safe place for it to ride out the storm.