Desert Bighorn Sheep

Desert Bighorn Sheep

Yesterday on the way home from lunch, we spotted some things that looked like rocks amid the sage, junipers, and pinon at the base of the Monument’s cliffs just off South Broadway between Fruita and Grand Junction (western Colorado). I pulled off the road, and, sure enough, the bighorns were there. It wasn’t this bunch. It was a group of bachelor rams snoozing in the early spring sun.You never know what you will see! Even a drive across town can be an adventure.


Adult “W.O.M.” Poems | Children’s Author David L. Harrison’s Blog

This month’s word on David Harrison’s blog is “snake.” I can’t touch Emily Dickinson’s “narrow fellow in the grass,” but I gave it a quick try. It’s a great subject. Come on! Give it shot. The link to post is below.

Adult “W.O.M.” Poems | Children’s Author David L. Harrison’s Blog.

Here’s mine:




it slides,








of mutability.





so much

as a hiss:


via Adult “W.O.M.” Poems | Children’s Author David L. Harrison’s Blog.

Collective Nouns

Picture book authors, teachers, and poets, don’t miss this fabulous collection of collective nouns. Never heard of them? Take a look. You will be enchanted.

Collective Nouns.

Coot Morning

This morning we walked at Red Rocks Lake near Fruita, Colorado. The golden leaves on cottonwoods by the Colorado are turning brittle and brown. Many have fallen off.

The air is on edge with flocks of birds headed south along the flyway. Some land in the trees. Others rest on the lakes. It is a time of nervousness, excitement, and peril.

For today write about:

  • a journey
  • a local animal migration
  • being a target
  • hunting
  • a refuge

Near the end of the day instead of its start, here’s mine:


It doesn’t seem fair

that coots

should be so

sadly designed,

with feet

not as webbed

as more

efficient water birds

and wings so weak

they must

run across

the water

to take off

from the lake.

On winter ice

they wander

among larger

birds like


Even their

name is

plain and simple.

though tinged

with shady character.

Where they go

in summer

I do not know,

but every fall

they flock back.

Though less

than fair,

the coots


copyright Linda J. Armstrong, 10/28/2012; all rights reserved