It’s not the most common sight to witness—a ground bird high atop a boulder. But there it was, a roadrunner perched on the edge of a rock the size of a Mini Cooper.
Maybe the bird wasn’t used to heights or had made a poor landing, for it stood at an awkward tilting angle. Its long tail quivered as if for balance, and a breeze ruffled the rakish crest on its head.
The roadrunner was on a rock in my friend’s desert garden in Trancas Canyon, a fitting setting for the species.
When I s...