Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Oh, no … not snow
Friend from my much younger days sends along a pic of a red-tailed hawk and some sort of prey. Sez it's shot through his kitchen window, and the bird usually hangs around hoping to pick off a dove or quail. Looks like he got mammal meat this time and can surely use the calories in that snow. My friend says it's the most he's seen in the 23 years he's lived in Alamogordo.
On other snowy fronts, Mike the Pirate sends along a prediction of 20% possibility of snow right there in Evilopolis on Friday. Having driven through that ill-built town in rain, I'm really horrified to think how it would look in snow. The murderous bastards would be stacked up like cordwood beside the freeways. El Paso had the road over the mountain closed and various public facilities out of service in their snow [pretty much the same snow as Alamogordo]. Meantime, here in paradise we continue gray, soggy, and afflicted by the coastal clammy cold that bites to the marrow of the aging bone. I'm ready to bolt for the tropics … but I'm usually ready to bolt for the tropics.