I walked out of my garage to the driveway just as a Greater Roadrunner was passing by. He glanced at me and kept going. When he got to my gate he paused a moment, hopped right up to the opening in the top of the gate, and then popped on through. He crouched under the Apache Plume bush.
I wondered whether he would stay there a few minutes so I could get my camera. When I returned, he was gone. I quietly opened the gate and walked slowly across the patio. When I got to the edge of house, I could see him perched in the bare branches of a large bush at the far corner of the house – a favorite hiding place.
The sparrows that had been enjoying the recently filled feeder had flown to cover in the pyracantha and were sending alarm calls. Then all was quiet.
I walked slowly down the path. As I approached the bush, he spotted me and popped out. As he tried to creep back along the wall of my neighbor’s house, he came close enough to capture some photos.