Instead of hiking in the Sonoran Desert, I elected to run on Speedway, which is the only paved road to the ranch. Speedway is a kilometre from our casita, and as I jogged beside the saguaro and prickly pear, the barrel cactus and jumping cholla, a hawk swooped down and I saw, for one brief moment, a pair of eyes raking the ground for prey – maybe a rabbit, a lizard or titmouse.
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