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.
Petey complains about spring winds, but a butterfly seems to bring him around. Let’s listen.
Petey will never be a learned fellow, but he’s a pretty nice fella. Tufted evening primrose (Oenothera caespitosa) is beautiful wildflower of the uplands. ...
I read from the book I’m in Charge of Celebrations, but I could have read from many others. If you live in Tucson or...
