Saturday, February 13, 2010 - Bosque Birdwatchers RV Park, San Antonio NM
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Mittens in the Garden, Bosque National Wildlife Refuge, San Antonio NM, February 13, 2010
Mittens in the garden
Hoo boy did I wish for mittens on the photo shoot at the crane roost this morning. The temperature was in the teens and the photographers were far more colorfully turned out than the birds.
Gone spineless
This cactus caught my attention on a walk about the cactus gardens at the visitor center and I snapped a few pictures of its warm, friendly, puffy, mitten like countenance and not realizing at the time - this puppy has no spines. No wonder it seems so friendly. What's with the no spines bit? Where did they go? Do they grow back? Is this a spineless species?
Night camp
Site 16 - Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park, San Antonio NM
- This is a basic, small Mom & Pop RV Park with full hookups.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here with a strong signal.
- Locate Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park on my Night Camps map
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- Check the weather in San Antonio NM
It's No Use Arguing Tastes with a Cow
By what appears, furthermore, to be the compensating justice of Nature, the treasures of the earth are always hidden in the most unattractive, dismal, and dreary spots. At least all the mining places I ever visited are so located, and Bisbee is no exception. To get away from the cramped little village and its unsavoury restaurant, I established my first camp four miles south of it on a commodious and pleasant opening, where we could do our own cooking. But here a new annoyance, and rather a curious one, was met with. The cattle of the region evinced a peculiar predilection for our wearing apparel. Especially at night, the cows would come wandering in among our tents, like the party who goes about seeking what he may devour, and on getting hold of some such choice morsel as a sock, shirt, or blanket, Mrs. Bossie would chew and chew, “gradually,” to quote Mark Twain, “taking it in, all the while opening and closing her eyes in a kind of religious ecstasy, as if she had never tasted anything quite as good as an overcoat before in her life.” It is no use arguing about tastes, not even with a cow.