This morning was good to see three little old ladies with their broken down rescue dogs going around the mile together. My toothless chihuahua, a three legged terrier, and a belly dragging mutt, taking their mommies for a walk. Nice out at 10AM, 70F, I drove the car around the neighborhood looking for wildlife, could not find the yotes anywhere but plenty of geezers out. Coyotes like quiet, not a dog park.
It's a medical emergency if one of these geezers falls down and they routinely do.
That's life in the old folks village.
The Sheriff auxillery has a bicycle patrol that rides the washes and alleys and they are very interested in the puma, too. The Pima County Sheriff does a very visible job of patrolling, we are on one of the illegal trails that parallel Rt 19, Border Patrol flies a small plane that hovers nose into the wind, just hangs high up there without a sound, looks like a UFO with a small blinking red light. With modern optics in the desert air they can see from Nogales to Tucson, and keep track of the mayhem on Rt 19. I wonder if they could spot a puma with night vision.
I had forgotten what a great weapon at 50 feet a wristrocket is, 5/8" smooth stones are everywhere.
With practice two shots in three seconds, my early training is returning.
Sheriff said don't break any windows. Count on me...