Wild Burros and a Wolf Moon
Maybe 2018 is going to be a wild year, in a good way. It started with Wild Burros and a Wolf Moon, that can’t be all bad, right?
Monday morning I packed up the dogs and we drove towards Parker, and what is called the Parker strip on the California side of the Colorado river. I’ve found the burros along this road before, and was hoping for the same luck. I ended up finding them down a narrow winding road that goes along Lake Havasu on the California side.
This was the only young one I saw, and she was sticking pretty close to mom.
Mom was pretty intent on watching 3 other burros that were nearby.
The young ones are impossibly cute and fuzzy. I would love nothing more than to see one when they are really young.
Look at that fuzzy tummy!
I watched 3 of them hang out, and have lunch under this palo verde tree. Palo verde trees are pretty tough, and they have spines on the branches.
How they can eat them is beyond me.
I headed back for the main road, and ran into three more burros hanging out beside the road. I pulled over so I could get out and get some photos. The second I stopped they all walked right up to the truck. Clearly people break the law and feed them, because it sure seemed like they were expecting something.
All they got from me was a camera in their face, and I did pet a fuzzy ear or two.
That night was the first full moon of 2018, the wolf moon.
It was a wild way to start the year, and I hope it’s a sign of a great year to come.