2005jan28. Spotted a roadrunner in the yard today. There aren’t that many around here, so this is indeed a glorious occasion. If I can make the roadrunner continually return here, it would gladden my heart. I quietly removed myself from the area and got some carrots, tortillas, and pineapple chunks. I sat down 15 feet from it, hefted out a bit of each. The roadrunner came a few feet closer, bent down its head, and made a soft call. “Thank you for this bountiful feast,” it said. “I will return each day.” The roadrunner took the carrot in its beak – and spit it out two seconds later. It avoided the tortilla pieces. It pecked at the pineapple, then scampered off into a tiny wash, fluttered up to the fence, back down the other side, and trotted off.
Roadrunners are habitual liars. You have to watch out for that.