Petey finds a young abandoned peccary under a mesquite tree and looks up just in time to see a large group of peccaries disappearing into the grassland. “Those critters aren’t coming back,” he quietly muttered and stared at the beautiful creature at his feet.
These day trips of ours into the hills are so renewing. The particular canyon that I talking about is very close to our home...
Petey whines a little about the wildflower display near his home, but finds a flower that calms him down.
I arrived in Tucson, Arizona in the fall of 1967 to attend the U of A. Up to that point I had been born...
