The winds are howling this morning. We woke up to a morning, warmer than most summer mornings. A quick check showed that it was as warm here at 8 a.m. as it was in Phoenix, a balmy 58ºF. It’s most unlike a December morning. But Miasa’s chicks aren’t concerned. They scurry about among the fallen leaves, perfectly camouflaged. When they sit still, you can’t even seen them, except when they poke their heads up to see where their mother is.
Sent from my iPad
>