Happy Vernal Equinox
Springtime, or anytime, in West Texas is such desolation. There are no clouds or sunshine, just a sky full of blowing dirt.
It’s absolutely flat to the horizon, with endless bare fields in their fourth year of extreme drought.
But the blowing dirt and some serendipity worked in my favor. As I was out driving, I remembered a phone call I needed to make
so I pulled over beside a field so I could safely talk. After my call I discovered I was in a field full of rare native prairie dogs!
And because the wind and dirt were blowing at 40 mph, the weather was too bad for predatory hawks to fly,
which meant the prairie dogs felt safe enough to be above ground and out in the open.