I keep the camera close to the patio, and the battery charged. You never know what you’ll see. All the background noise fades away in the Sonoran Desert. Sitting in front of the computer working on the second part of an essay, I noticed that the light was changing in the den. I stepped out onto the patio and then went back into the house for the camera.
Arizona is a state of mind, and the desert shapes you, whether you drive through the big nowhere, or see the sky on fire from your patio. I haven’t seen the bobcats for awhile, but they’ll come back.