This is an Arizona native. A real one.
Here’s his mom.
(Photos taken at Payson Arizona.Hover over photo or scroll to bottom to see the name.)
I’m jealous.
My family is from Arizona you know. Way back. 1800’s. Covered wagons. OK Corral. Apache raids. That kind of stuff. Most were ranchers and cowboys. When I was growing up some still were. I wanted to be that.
Arizona’s a great place. And I used to spend a ton of time there with people I loved. Brother, cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, grandparents. All from Arizona. Every single one.
Except me. I am from California. : (
My Dad was in the Navy, and my folks just happened to be in SoCal when I was born. They ended up staying until I was out of high school. Then they went back to Arizona.
I always wanted to be Arizona. I tried to be Arizona. But even when I was in Arizona. With my own family. It didn’t work.
Yes. I had the drawl. The boots. The pedigree. Still no good.
I was from California. And a misfit.
I blame WW II. :)
Red-backed Junco. One of three or twelve species.
Distinguishing Marks: Gray. Brick red back. Dark eye. Hops. Hops. Hops.
Boring Fact: This is the Arizona model. But there are 3 to 12 species of junco depending on who's counting. So...who is counting? Two-year-olds? :)
Note: No relatives were harmed at the OK Corral as far as I know. :)
