




Big Sky Calling is an instrument piece I wrote and finished recording this morning.
New Year’s Timku
Happy twenty-three
Hope you keep your flame burning
Prosper and be free
New Year’s Spunku
Will things go to pot?
Black-eyed peas will help us through
See in twenty-three
The last moon of 2022
Cranes flying on the Crow highway
Landing gears down
Large bird in the clouds
Moon, clouds, contrails, and Tangle Heart Tree
In-coming
Roadrunner in the clouds
Fuzzy moon over Shey’s tree
Crossing beaks for a great 2023
I haven’t taken photos of the Sandias from the north end of Corrales in a long time. The Sandias were particularly rugged looking in the light of the setting sun this afternoon.
Sunset looking south from the north end of Corrales.
When I got home, the sun had set and the clouds were pink and red.
A Bonus Birdie
I also found this Dark-eyed Junco sitting on the path. I reached down to see if it would fly and it hopped onto my finger. It was alert, but it refused to fly. I tried to put it on a branch in the black bamboo, but it kept hopping back in my hand. I looked under its wings and inspected its body. I did not see any injuries. I took it inside and showed it to Laurie, then I walked down to the infinite shed of doom with the Junco still perched on my finger to get a bird cage to put it in for the night. I figured if it wasn’t going to fly, a cage would be a safe place for it to recover from whatever was keeping it from flying. It stayed on my finger inside the infinite shed of doom while I scrounged around in the dark looking for a cage. I finally found a cage, walked back outside, showed the cage to the Junco, and asked it if it wanted to spend the night in the cage in the house. At that point, I think it decided it couldn’t deal with the cage and flew away. I was relieved to see it fly.