I hardly understand what I am about to tell you, but here goes:
I have a wall and fence outside my house and many of the adobe bricks atop the fence - two or three rows of them - have fallen.
I know why. I have seen our neighborhood roadrunner(s) scurrying across, using the adobes atop the fence as a bridge.
It looks as if my home is decaying (whereas it's only the homeowner who is), so I spoke to my friend-contractor last week and he promised to redo the adobes come spring.
So why am I telling you all this? Because
it was a thrill watching the roadrunner(s) taking their toll - without paying any - on my adobes.
Because I even like thinking about their misdemeanors.
They are beyond my power, you see, and understanding.
They are nature.
And there is consolation in them and in that.
Anybody know what I'm talking about?