Skip to main content

Beep! Beep!

Who doesn't remember Looney Tunes adversaries, Wiley E. Coyote and the Roadrunner? The poor coyote wasn't nearly as clever as the nonchalant bird, who blithely stuck out his tongue and kept on running. Both of these critters are common sights around Casa Wallace.  The neighborhood roadrunner visited the property today, prompting this text sketch of this bold and sometimes ruthless bird.

The roadrunner is a member of the cuckoo family and has a clacking sort of call. They're good sized - around 22 inches from beak to tail. It's streaked in brown, black, and white--perfectly camouflaged to perform acts of violence against smaller critters. They're not particularly picky about their cuisine and will feast on bugs, small mammals, reptiles, and cactus fruits. It's true they're great runners--up to 20 mph, and really prefer not to fly. It's unusual to see them in the air unless they're escaping the grill of a motor vehicle or a predator like the red tail hawks that frequent our area. Not every roadrunner escapes the moving car or truck as evidenced by flattened birds every so often on the asphalt. They don't always escape the hawk either. We saw a large raptor capture one in his talons in the middle of the road while the terrified mate looked on from the shoulder. The law of survival is rough and a little disturbing sometimes.

Roadrunners do enjoy a panoramic view occasionally because I've seen them hop from the courtyard wall and flutter to the patio roof, then scramble and half fly to the roof peak to take a look around.  They're clever and quick in chasing down lizards, gulping them down usually headfirst. Just as I was developing an affection for a small speckled ground squirrel that played in the shadow of small mesquites one summer, a hungry roadrunner rushed through and ran off with him.  The poor little thing dangled helplessly from his beak. It was a grim scene.

There haven't been any sights of coyotes and roadrunners mixing it up so far, but you never know. They are monogamous and the pair that frequents our property has been been around for several years. They keep the snake population down, so despite their proclivities to carry off cute, furry prey, they perform a service for which I'm grateful. Snake control is much more important on my list and Mr. and Mrs. Roadrunner are welcome to continue their residence in the mesquite thicket out front.

Click to play this Smilebox slideshow
Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox
Another free photo slideshow by Smilebox

Comments

JD said…
Very interesting!!

Popular posts from this blog

The Castile Knapper

It's always fun to have family members who have a bit of notoriety because of interesting pursuits. My husband's cousin, Ken Wallace is one of those.  Ken is an artist who works in stone as a flintknapper. Flintknapping is the ancient art of shaping tools and weapons from pieces of stone. Knapping was part of the survival skill set of Native Americans. Arrowheads, knives, hatchets, and more were shaped from raw pieces of flint or chert.  Ken knapping at the Wallace Reunion Ken became interested in this process back in 1985. One of his favorite pastimes was searching fields for arrowheads, both of which are pretty plentiful in Western New York. Freshly plowed ground in rural areas often yields many different types of arrowheads since the Iroquois were the original residents of what are now corn fields and cow pastures. Fascinated with how the Iroquois made their weapons and tools, Ken started to try and recreate them. He says a lot of trial and error were involved in the...

Victim of Circumstances?

 The article below has been getting a lot of hits lately, and I thought it may be time to repost it. A couple of weeks ago, I took the picture below. I thought it pretty much sums up our life journey. We never know what's around the corner for us.  Circumstances change in seconds some days. Whether the circumstances of life are good or bad, we're fond of blaming them for how we behave and think. Here are a few of the well-used excuses:  "I'm a victim of circumstances.""The situation is impossible." "The circumstances are beyond my control." "Under the circumstances"...fill in the blank. Funny how principles, self-control, and  positive thinking can go out the window when we're "under the circumstances."  And lest you think the author is above blaming circumstances, she is not. I've used most of the excuses above, whether spoken or unspoken.  An imprisoned and wrongly accused Jewish C...

Smores Anyone?

We lived in the same house for 25 years just outside of our small hometown of Castile. It was a good little neighborhood and was mostly quiet except for the traffic on Route 39. When the signs of spring arrived, it was also time to pile up tree branches, and clean out the garage or the shed of burnable miscellany. Each year there seemed to be a contest between my husband and the next door neighbor to assemble a burn pile of enormous proportions.  Day after day I watched their piles grow until tepee-shaped woodpiles were just right to be torched. There was an art to the arrangement so that it would be totally consumed in a short amount of time. It was sort of like a bonfire on steroids. Now the neighbor enjoyed the element of surprise on the neighborhood and waited for quiet Saturday afternoons to begin his incendiary activity. KABOOM! You would have thought we were under attack by enemy forces. Then there was a rush of wind and the crackling of the k...