Roadrunners. State bird of Arizona? You'd think so, but, no; that would be the Cactus Wren.
For those who have never seen a roadrunner, they don't look like this...
No, they actually look like this...
We see them around the RV park regularly. Today, while out on the scoots, one of these things ran across the road in front of us. No, we did not hit it. However, the pickup truck coming the other direction did. An explosion of feathers. You don't see that sort of thing in the cartoons.
I did get a look at the pickup driver...
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Them changes...
Since we arrived here, the only other RV close to us has been the older motorhome, owned by the guy who picks up dog poop with his bare hands. TMI? This means Izzy has been able to walk pretty much any direction she wants, without going into an occupied site.
Things are getting busier here in the RV park, with new arrivals daily. When getting back from some urban cruising on the scoots today, we found we have a new neighbor. It appears the "parking police" didn't tell them that they need to leave room to land a 747 between their RV and the utility pedestal, so they are quite close to the starboard aft quarter of the Aspect.
Not an issue for me - it's an RV park. Little Izzy, on the other hand, was appalled - "Who are these interlopers parking in my walking path?" She is very brave... until she hears a human voice that isn't her Mommy or Daddy. Then, she gets as flat to the ground as the roadrunner mentioned above. Because, as ever cat knows, when you get lower to the ground, you become invisible.
Over Izzy's objections, I said, "Hi! And welcome to the neighborhood!" They are from Washington State, and seem genuinely happy to see sunshine. I get that.
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