A walk in the park

My birthday walk at Santa Ana National Wildlife Refuge.

It starts at the top of this trail map, right along the southern border wall, and does a big loop between there and the Rio Grande, so my entire walk was on the other side of the fence.

We get a variety of habitat in the thorn forest.

Past the old cemetery.

The cemetery relates to a large ranch created by a land grant from the Mexican government in 1834.  It was Mexico here then.  We have a friend a little farther north who still owns family property as a result of a land grant when this was Mexico.

Later, I ran across this mesquite tree that may capture how I want to be when I grow up.

Beat up.  Twisted.  A limb blown off by lightning and even burned a little.

But still out there doing its thing.

Unless maybe I’d rather be like this squirrel.

Fat and happy.

A diminutive superhighway

These leaves on the ground below the firebush.

They were cut off and fell to the ground.  Leafcutter ants.  From that pile of leaves on the ground, there is a thread.  A moving thread of leaf bits being carried home by ants.

Along the front of the steps.

Across the pavers next to the shed.

To this hole in the ground, being carried down, one by one.

The ants harvest the leaves, but not for food.  They carry them underground and farm with them.  They chew them up, compost them, inoculate them with a particular fungus, tend the crop, and harvest the tidbits the fungus produces.

Leaf cutter ants invented farming 50 million years before we did!

Christmas morning

Sitting around the Christmas tree, opening presents with boxcutters.  Thank you United Parcel.  Thank you Fed Ex.  Wow, we got everything we needed.

Zoom call with the Becky, Brian, and the kids in Colorado, and Taylor and David in Wales. 

Friends over for dinner.

Merry Christmas, everybody.