I remember all too well our brief stay at Percha Dam State Park, and the little drama our dog, Luna, experienced while we were searching high and low for the elusive rufous-backed robin. Our birding naturally took us down sandy trails beneath the cottonwood gallery lining the Rio Grande River. Disappointed we never did see the robin, we were relieved when we got Luna back to BagoBago. Whew ……. I vowed to cement the memory in my mind by composing a ballad of her experience! Read on for the full story.
Below is my page recounting the memorable events of March 14, 2022. We had just arrived at the State Park campground, leveled BagoBago, and headed out to explore. Not wanting to miss a sighting of the rare-to-NM robin, we hastily hoofed on over to the river trail. Luna was so excited; after all, this looked like promising rabbit habitat. No sooner did she set paw to sandy trail, she winced, limped and came to a screeching halt! What the heck? Roy inspected one raised foot, and then the other and, oh good grief, Goatheads! At least 8 per paw. Definitely trouble, and nowhere safe for a barefooted dog!
Because it was necessary to print very small on my journal page, the Ballad is a bit hard to read, even for me. So here’s the lyrics typed.
We never did find that rufous-backed robin!
Maybe it’s time to get out my ukulele and turn this Ballad into a blues song? What do you think?