a bird in the hand

this precious thing flew into the back of my truck while we were parked up at Bear and Sundance canyon.  It crashed into the cooler and its claws and beak got stuck in the carpet on the bed liner.  It hit pretty hard; I was sure it was dead.  
I picked it up and held it in my hands.  I stroked its tiny head and wings.  
I breathed on it and said whispery things in its feathered ears.
I held it for maybe 15 minutes after it started blinking its eyes.  we put honey water near its beak.  
That little friend shook its head and flew onto a branch about 3 feet away where it hung out for another 15.  
and for the record, I have had this experience with an owl we hit with the truck (on our honeymoon!)
AND the day before I gave birth to my son a hummingbird landed on me and hopped onto my finger when I held it out.  
I have held about 10 hummingbirds in my life; all alive; always a breathtaking moment.  
I love those feathery things.

anyone who lives near cottonwood trees knows what happens when they bloom.  If you have allergies you probably curse the season.  The birds take advantage and make beautiful houses.  
This one blew down after our typical (very) windy spring.

A horned lizard on the trail.  Some people call it a horny toad, but it is really a lizard.  
I love these guys best when they are alive. 
But I do love that I can see the skeleton through the dried skin of this dead one.  
One-seed Juniper seeds (ghost beads) gathered near my horse pasture on Apache creek.  Many are "pre-drilled" by a tiny worm or insect.  About half of the beads I find already have the hole.  These are the special ones.
I have made many a choker with these in the past.  I may bring them back to the shop; we'll see.