by CKR
The roadrunner hasn't returned. Perhaps its visit on the 23rd was to show that it is a politically correct, split-the-difference-between-Christmas-and-solstice roadrunner, rather than the Christmas roadrunner I called it.
4:20 pm: She's back, fluffed out in the sun. Trouble is, the camera is on the dining room table, where it would have been handy if she had been active while I was eating breakfast. But now it's too close to her, and if I try to get it, I'm afraid I'll scare her away. Sunset will be at 5 pm.
4:45 pm: She took a little walk and I retrieved the camera. But my motion and noise are unnerving her, so I'll just remove myself to another part of the house. Better that she accustom herself to roosting here than I get one quick photo.