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To: Crocodile who wrote (38733)	9/27/1999 11:23:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Then there's the Dawn of the Industrial Age. Ooops, sorry, just kidding. I wish I were in Saguaro-Land right now. I spotted one of the less common hummingbirds, and a buncha bighorn sheep. I just remembered the place in the plant garden where I saw the bird, and remembered I said something (I thought was) really funny to the ranger guide-essa, and now I wish I could remember what it was. Shoot. I was on a roll; it was a great crowd......I was getting so much attention my cousin wouldn't stand next to me.....and the ranger asked me if I'd go home with her.... We'd been searching for the bighorns all week and on the last day they practically attacked us. Dash whipped out his camera as quietly as possible, because Adrienne would never believe it. We were grinning hysterically and couldn't wait to tell people at the Visitor Center and get the sightings up on the "Sightings" Billboard. Most all of the week's sightings were by binoculars or way out on trails or up at the ridgeline.... We were seeing 4 of them, for a major breakfast, and it weren't no 500 yards distant, it was less than 50 feet. Like twenty. There was a small and shallow wash separating us, and they were very comfy chewing the foliage on the other side and down inside it. Twenty feet, realistically. I slowly turned my head to see if I needed to get out of the way, and I was clear, so he snapped the picture. The lens cover was on. He looked down, trying not to laugh out loud at his clutch performance, when the camera let him know that was his last picture.... He is passing me those signs in gestures, and he hasn't got any more film and he can't keep from laughing and now he's got his arm up pretending to pull on a hangman's noose and faking his death....poking his tongue out. I can't keep from laughing either.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Around here, there aren't many dawns of much character, because it's cloudy and wet and dark. Picture sunrise at 3000 feet, below sea level.... Desert is my favorite place. I once stayed in a cabin in the woods on the East side of The Big Island. (Hawaii.) The dawn there was warm and sunny and damp and cheery and the freaking birds made a RACKET. I mean a pleasant racket, beautiful racket, something I had never heard before. Lots of delicate tropical singers. I made sure I heard it each wonderful morning at Kalopa. It made me so happy it hurt. I thought, "This is what should be." Did you see the Attenborough bird show with the sound-imitating birds? Doing chainsaws and auto-wind cameras?