Sonoran Desert Companions II

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More images of animals that live in the Sonoran Desert. Coyotes, bobcats, roadrunners, and gila monsters must have moved along — haven’t seen them in a while.  I live in a fairly high-density Tucson neighborhood with vehicle traffic at peak hours. In search of food, wildlife is smart enough to travel the washes and desert trails. They can reach the Santa Catalina Mountains from my area. Coyotes and bobcats will leap walls to grab a small dog or an outside cat. Rattlesnakes will come into a yard and make a deadly strike. Life in the desert, any desert, comes at a price.

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Sonoran Desert Companions

 

       The Sonoran Desert covers some 120,000 sq. miles and is the largest desert in Arizona. The area includes the Southwest U.S. (Arizona and California), and Northwest Mexico. From a Google site here are some numbers: 350 bird species, 160 reptile species, and 60 species of mammals.  I take simple photographs in my Tucson neighborhood, and I’m happy to share them with you. 

I apologize for the jumble of where the images are placed and their sizes. Word Press is a challenge, and I don’t have time/interest to spend figuring things out. (Let me say, I tried for way too long. The program is, again, a challenge.) I’ll add more wildlife images in a slide format (much easier) under Sonoran Desert Companions II. I hope you like the critters that live where I live.

 

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Mourning Dove Eggs

 

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Dove and Chicks

 

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Coot – Sweetwater Treatment Plant

 

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Paper Wasp Nest

 

 

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Tarantula
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Ann’s Owl

 

 

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King Snake

 

 

 

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Bat and Verdin

 

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Sleeping Bat

Carlos – Part 1.

                “A Snowballs Chance” High School Dropouts – In Their Own Words.  That’s the book title of real-life stories told to me by eight students I met at Pima County Adult Probation (Tucson, AZ). As an adult ed teacher I taught reading/literacy, English language acquisition, and GED preparation. I’ve decided to post one or two chapters. The stories are too long for a one-and-done post, so I will share them with you in segments. My students were amazing young men and women who derailed for many reasons and had second chances to get back on track—some did and some didn’t. Instead of jail time, a Superior Court judge might mandate that an individual with a low-level felony charge and no high school diploma attend classes for at least four hours each week.

CARLOS

 I’m thirty years old. People mistake me as looking like I’m still in my early twenties. I didn’t mess up my body too much. I’m about 5 feet 9 inches, 185 pounds. I was born in Nogales, Arizona. I have twenty-five to thirty tattoos. Most of them are concealed. I don’t want to give a bad impression about myself. I like to represent myself as being neat, clean-cut. I feel a person’s physical appearance has a lot to do with the way we perceive that person.

I love clothes. Clothes and jewelry are my passion. I’ve got a barber I’ve known for more than fifteen years, maybe twenty years. I started going to him when I was ten years old. As fads come in and out, he has always taken care of my hair. There is a fad now that has intricate designs. He likes to use me as a piece of advertisement.

My Family

I don’t know too much about my ancestors. I know a little bit about my father’s side of the family. They were Puerto Rican but not that close as a family. My father was born in San Juan. I know that his mom, my grandmother, was involved in witchcraft and voodoo. She was an evil woman—a really evil woman.

My mother’s side of the family is from Sonora, Mexico. My grandfather was in the United States. He fell in love with my grandmother and brought her to Nogales, Arizona. Then he took off for the war—World War II. When he came back after the war, he was a totally different man.

In the Beginning

When I was in the fourth grade my mother went back to school. She was a high school dropout and went back and got her GED. My father . . . I never had a relationship with my father. He was an abusive dad. My mother and father broke up when I was a year and a half. I didn’t grow up with a father. I have one older brother, two younger sisters, and a younger brother. There are five of us altogether. My parents never married. It’s funny because my mother had bad luck with men. All of my brothers and sisters and I, we all got different dads. Every single one of them turned out to be a woman beater. Every one of them beat my mom.

When I was in third grade we took a family vacation in Mexico. We went to Acapulco, Mazatlán, Guaymas, and other places. That trip was beautiful. It was the first time I actually remember that we were a real family. We were all together at one time. It was rare to have my brothers, my sisters, and I on a vacation with my mom and stepfather.

Elementary School

From kindergarten to third grade we lived in Phoenix. We lived in the projects, and it was a three– or four–mile walk to the school. It was a rough place—the Duppa Villa Projects. I remember a couple of times walking to school and seeing women get beat up. The school was kindergarten to the twelfth grade. The older kids seemed so much bigger than I was. I had a second-grade teacher, Miss Glenn. She was remarkable, a really, really nice teacher. To this day I remember her because she was so nice to me. She was enthusiastic and made learning attractive. That’s the type of teacher she was.

We moved to Tucson when I was ten because all my aunts and uncles were here. I started school at Ochoa. When I did go to school, before I started messing up, I was pretty good. In the fifth grade at Davidson, I realized the street way of things. I started realizing that we were broke—we didn’t have any money. Why were we the only kids wearing the same clothes from the year before? Why were we the only kids wearing the same shoes from the year before? I was only eleven but realized that kids were wearing better things than I wore.

When I was in the seventh grade my mom’s last husband molested my sister. From the seventh grade through the rest of my school years I had that anger in me. I felt like I could do something about it because I actually busted him in the act one time. I told my mother, but she didn’t really do nothing about it. I always had that guilt inside me—that rage and anger.

. . . to be continued.

 

 

 

 

 

Still Dreamin’

The dream of Martin Luther King has yet to be fulfilled. Fifty years is a long time, and we haven’t made all that much progress. And, you know what I’m thinking about.

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Memphis, TN

 

 

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Although Dr. Martin Luther King’s life ended at the Lorraine Motel, his dream lives on.

Trail Camera Images

Fun time with my Browning trail camera (Model BTC-5HD). The camera sits on a tripod, and I usually clip the strap around a tree trunk. I’m waiting for a javelina or a bobcat, and either one could tip the ‘pod. I set up just after dark. Some mornings the disc has zero images.  A few days ago, the shutter had triggered 70 times.

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The desert has few watering holes. Birds fly in for a drink.

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Coyotes prowl for food during the night. Rabbits run!

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Mickey, the mouse sniffed about and ran home head first. 

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First rabbit image with trail camera.

 

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“Let’s hop on over to the water dish.”

A Letter to the Editor

On February 24, 2018 the Arizona Daily Star published a letter from Jo-Ann Marks. Her opinions are a jab at the suits in elected positions who create one catrastrophe after another.

“I am fed up with men who run for office and then can’t deliver. They can’t figure out DACA. They can’t figure out how to stop school shootings. They have never held the Bush administration for a fake war based on imagined WMDs that caused the death of many Americans and cost us trillions.

We need to stop this madness. Make lobbyists illegal. Elect women to run the government. We run everything anyway. We are the CEO of the family; we manage the household budget, settle the squabbles between the kids, advocate for them at school and march in protests. We keep an eye out for all kids.

What do our male counterparts do? Some of them prey on their staff and other subordinates. They are not honest in mind or deed. They are not brave. Women have to be, because we run everything in order to protect our families.”

Vote! People are angry and change is one mid-term election away. Vote!

I Read Your Sign – Mine is Libra

 

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Cape May, NJ

If a quirky sign catches my attention, and many have, I’ll take a photo and add the image to my expanding collection. In these dreary days of winter weather and hashtag political nonsense, I have a distraction for my blogger friends. Wonderfully creative messages and opinions are often nailed with only a few words. Many of these signs gave me a smile and a perspective about people and their opinions.  I don’t have a picture of my favorite bumper sticker – Don’t Believe Everything You Think. I sold the ’94 Honda Accord, and the sticker went with the sale.

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Enjoy the slide show.