Today while I was out back in the garage, using a sabre saw to cut some L-shaped pieces of plywood to fix our side storm door (don't ask), I noticed a medium sized, bird-like creature with a long tail, spindly legs, and crested head piece darting down my driveway.
It stopped to look at me momentarily, then darted off down the alley.
"I'll be darned," muttered my father-in-law, who was cutting trim pieces on the radial arm saw to finish off the kitchen cabinets he was building for us.
"That is one lost roadrunner."
Indeed, a roadrunner braved the 4-lane highway in front of my house, crossed in midday traffic and ran down my driveway.
And not a Wile E. Coyote in site.
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Wow, I didn't know that their habitat extended that far north.
In all of the cartoons there is nothing but mesas, arroyos, canyons and cactus...kinda like where I live now.
Don't roadrunners eat scorpions?
1. It would terrorize the dog and cat in the house
2. Not enough room to run around in the house
3. The constant meep meep would keep us up
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