Goldie in her pen
It's cold this morning. There always seems to be something to see from my window. Yesterday it was a burrowing owl gliding and swooping with full wingspread. Graceful, seeking a few tidbits before retiring. Today it was a roadrunner pacing along the fenceline, making throaty vocalizations to the peacocks. They sometimes hang out together on a fencepost.
The yellow grasses and grey green desert shrub gather light. The chickens scatter busily scratching here and there. I have much to enjoy from my window by my computer.