|Young Roadrunner -note the short tail - chasing a lizard. This one easily escaped.|
|Photo by Doris Evans|
My friend Doris Evans documented how even little chicks devoured whole lizards that the parents delivered to a nest in her yard. Compare that to the careful feeding of little bits of meat that mother hawk feeds her chicks! Doris was lucky to have the nest so close to her window that she missed no details of the nursery. Over the years I watched two nests in Sabino Canyon, but from a safe distance: What was going on there was surprisingly quiet and secretive. Here at home, we see and hear all the preliminaries for nesting and breeding, like the gift-giving from male to female and the haunting, moaning cries that seem to claim a territory, but then it gets eerily quiet: the Roadrunner parents are not betraying the location of their nest and vulnerable young-ones by a lot of obvious activity. The nests is out in the open, if concealed by a prickly cholla cactus, and roadrunner chicks are born featherless and blind, so it takes a while for them to reach fledgling status.
But when the chicks are finally out of the nest, they soon carry on with the typical boldness of their species. First they mostly follow their parents around to noisily demand their lunch, but soon they begin to bother everything that's smaller than they and check it out for prey-value. They explore every place that could hide any morsels, including the inside of my parked car and my friends computer desk. I have seen them watch the tail of my cat with the worst of intentions, and a friend who was hunting bugs for scientific, not culinary reasons, found them following him around, hoping for a hand-out? The ones in Sabino Canyon seem to quickly learn the schedule of the tram. I saw bits of hamburger tossed to them, which is of course absolutely wrong. Don't do it.
So my latest painting is about the hunger of the dragon brood. It sold as soon as I put it up on Facebook.