TSEQ–part 2

my friends—understand:  I’m nothing but your dream

Surrounding us, in Alamos, is Tropical Deciduous Forest.  What that means is that we are in

the grandmother of the Sonoran Desert

This year is particularly dry–generally there is some rain in this region during the winter–perhaps up to 20% of the annual rainfall.

It hasn’t rained this year since September 2010.  The photo above is on the road toward the coast/Navahoa.  It is very dry.  Do you see?

I have seen the vigil of the forests

In the summer come the monsoon and the torrential ran washing down the arroyos and then everything turns green!

and sleep in the fields

And, oddly enough, the reptiles, the beaded lizard and the iguana, the various snakes, come out of hibernation and start to breed.

The way the egg will not be cracked is a myth.

When the iguanas lay eggs the beaded lizards start to snack

Many will come

The beaded lizards likely also snack on the eggs of the quail as well.  Which, incidentally, we saw.  We spend the day visiting an additional possible site–that is the primary thing we have been doing here, that and some trapping as well.

The quail flushed and stopped in a bush–all of these Callipepla species make such similar sweet sounds in the brush.  I could see them moving off, nervous but no longer flying.  Traveling deeper away from me.

The egg will be pure.

There are so many things I want to tell you.  About the elegant quail because they are strange enough but not so strange.  About the land and the transition from TDF to thorn scrub and the way the quail seem all turned around but it is really me–Gambel’s on the coast and elegant further inland.  About how much I want to just be out there with the birds.

Could I be the light in a bird’s veins.

About Alamos and the 250 year old Iglesia.  The cobblestone streets and the walls opening into gardens of wisteria and bougainvillea.  Black vultures in droves and violet-crowned hummingbirds and white-winged doves and gila woodpeckers and crested caracara and the sweet voices of the Sinaloan crow.

I touch only the heart of things

The quail.

now I hold the thread


quotes are by M. Tsvetaeva, A. Breton, K. Kaschock, Arizona Sonora Desert Museum Website


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