9AM is too late for a morning walk. More people, whole families, little herds (what is the right word for multiple cyclists—flock, pack, gaggle?) of cyclists, chatty women friends, and the sun is already too hot. 7AM is really the latest time to pretend the Bosque and duck ponds are your own back yard. And mid-summer 5:30 is the best. Just me and the rabbits and sleepy ducks/geese and, hopefully, my friendly coyote.

Some photos for today.