The Road Runner at Grace Farms is eye-balling me.
He was there before me, and he is intent on not letting me forget it.
The bird presents himself to me every time I arrive. The colors of his plumage are much more subtle than I realized.
I know Road Runners differently because I focused on this Road Runner.
Grace in the Morning Rain
On Kale and Daughters
My Last Card
Rockin' The House
The Unlikely Is Not The Imposible
Leave A Message
The Gospel of Doubt
In The Weeds
Clever or Not You're Ready