Next day. South again. Through the high Arizona desert. Climb the hill
past Sunset Crater. Topping out at Flagstaff. Seven thousand feet. Down
Interstate 17. Downhill to Phoenix. Pioneer RV Resort on the north side.
Seventy-five degrees. Just right.
Called brother David. He is here in Phoenix working on his property. We
got to spend the evening with David and Nina. Nice visit. Caught a desert
sunset.
It's a very birdy place here. There are a few birds around where we're
parked. But a five minute walk away, in the arroyo, is a garden. A garden
of native plants. And native birds. Doves by the hundreds. Inca doves are
quiet when they take off. Mourning doves' wings chirp when they fly off.
Hundreds of Gamble's quail with their little thundering wings when they
flush. Hummingbirds. Ravens. A curve-billed thrasher. Goldfinches.
Cactus Wrens. White-crowned sparrows. Cardinals. A canyon towhee.
