Author: Steve

Morning light.

A little warm for this time of year.

At least the humidity was low outside.

From far away, I saw a ragged flag on a really high pole.  There is nothing that direction, why would there be a flag?  I walked closer.

With my binoculars I could see that the flag had a faded green cross and 911 on it.

And a sign at the bottom.

I don’t know who put that rescue station there, but I don’t think it was for day hikers like me.  Desperate people.  Life and death deep in the scrub.  A sober reminder that there are different layers to life in the Valley.

It’s about the right size for either.  No wolf sightings around here, so that’s probably not an option.  Dog tracks are rounder.  Coyote tracks are narrower, more oblong.  I think we’re going to have to go with dog on this one.

It’s a little disappointing.  I want my walks in wild places to be more about wild critters than family pets.  Wild birds.  Wild predators.  Wild prey.  I’ll keep looking.

This is what it looks like.  Dry.  Boring.  Unattractive.

Until this.

A Huisache tree in March.

Uninviting as the South Texas scrub might look, it’s loaded with birds, so worthwhile walks for me.