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When I examined the Hebrew National hotdog wrapper 'stuck' in this cactus I discovered
it had been placed there by an apparently Jewish Cactus Wren. The Cactus Wren is the State Bird of Arizona and makes noises similar to the ones you hear in any jungle movie. The rabbi Scholmo came and blessed this prickly home. I gave him a fifty to plant a tree in Israel.
Just another day in Pima Road traffic, brushing up against concrete pumper-trucks that are so huge
that sometimes you can spot a yellow school bus crushed and stuck and jammed up and in between their
rear dual tires.
An urban coyote wanders among the cactus in an area that not to long ago, he could wander
without fear of being hit by a speeding, smoking, swerving truck full of Mexican's and clippings.
And that's after work, on the way to the Osco to steal a case of Miller cerveza.
In far north Scottsdale, while using my modified water-witch stick to locate oil reserves, I stumbled across
this miniature bi-cameral 'Black Helicopter' homing antenna. That is the only thing this could be.
Here we see a roadrunner (not nearly as cute as in the cartoons) because of the Arizona
heat, mouth open, panting. These scoundrels eat lizards. And pop cute little baby quails into their mouths
like we eat Milk Duds at the Harkin's Theatre.
Very early in the morning while on patrol I spotted a Chupacabra hanging on the side of a chimney. By the time I whipped my pocket-camera out and had steadied my nerves enough to snap a photo, he was swooping down on a large,
white, American Bulldog he had mistaken for a goat. It was gruesome.
I watched this guy and gal crawl around my office quite a while before I guessed
they were probably having bug sex. The larger one just drug the smaller one around
as it went through its daily bug work.
Between the red dots is the first and last photo of The White Quail. Arizona is the home to the Native American Tribe of the Navacasino's. They have a prophecy of a female dealer who, three hundred thirteen pounds, diabetic and dying at age twenty-three, lay on her petrified wood reinforced death bed, and proclaimed she would come back as a White Quail and deal only natural "21's" to the White Man with the initials "M.W.", double-downing while seated at her black jack table. I rushed out to Petsmart and bought the nicest bird cage they had. - Mr.Wonderful
Unleaded gasoline at $2.60 a gallon. Before I cleared the machine, I noticed the previous user had rung up a
sixty-five dollar tab. Seeing as how I've heard it costs about $6 a barrel to bring oil up from the Middle East
sands and that it is sells for $65 a barrel, someone is reaping more profit than at any time in the history of this
planet. Those nice, Christian & Jew loving Arabs are most likely pondering what they can do with those piles and piles of
This photo from June of this year captures a stunned tarantula being pulled across the
tarmac by the tarantula hawk I wrote about in July 2005. Sadly they were both rendered
one dimensional by an uncaring and unseeing tire.
From July of 2003, my son spied a
huge owl sitting in the neighbor's backyard tree. A poolman recently related
to me that he had found one of these flying carnivores and its intended take-out dinner,
while cleaning the bottom of a pool. Apparently it had sunk its substantial talons into a baby javelina
and while winging the way home, had tired, and unable to loose its porcine payload,
like a 1999 EgyptAir Flight 990 pilot praising Allah, dive-bombed
into the tranquil Atlantic blue of a Desert Mountain negative-edged pool.
During another one of my all too common seven day work weeks, I wandered outside
my office and was met by a more normal-sized tarantula. Of course, you've got to
realize that the size of a DVD disc is normal for an Arizona tarantula. And this
eight-legged hunter was quick. He could easily snag an inattentive mouse or a cold-blooded
lizard made slow by the cool of a 94F degree Scottsdale evening.
Here, after the tarp covering it flew off, is a rare photo of the prototype of the only vehicle
Arizona teens will be licensed to drive beginning in year 2007. It has a top
speed of sixty-five miles per hour, is a one passenger, cannot roll, is air conditioned
by nature, gets six miles to the gallon and has a ten star front, rear and side
Today, I went to pick up this little lovely, by his tail of course (which is
the only way to pick up a scorpion, even if it is assumed to be dead) and the clawed
and quite poisonous arachnid, very much alive, scuttled off at the speed of lizard.