|Sky at start|
I immediately followed the owl's flight track hoping I might locate it and get some decent photos. No such luck. Despite bushwhacking through the desert paralleling the arroyo I couldn't find the raptor, and when I brazenly trekked back and forth through the wash I didn't even manage to kick it up again. I'm sure it was watching my futile efforts with an amused smile on its face.
What I did get for my search was the discovery that I'd gone way down that arroyo and had quite a return trip ahead of me. Good thing the weather had warmed nicely from a chilly (38F) and windy start, and I was able to remove one layer of outerwear on the way back in.
|This and the next: House Finch on yucca bayonet|
|Black-tailed Jackrabbit turning its back on me|
|How many desert plants can you name?|
|In an arroyo west of Tortugas|
|Distant view of the Organ Mountains|
|Even more distant view of the Organs|
|In a major arroyo way out west|
|Same Soaptree Yucca|
|One of the widest arroyos in this section of the desert|
|Obviously, mountain bikers have ridden through here|
|Closer in to Tortugas|
|Soaptree Yucca stalks|
|Flank of Tortugas and the Organs|