We have irrigation canals around the RV park. The berm is well-groomed for people to walk or bike. People really have to be careful about cleaning up after their dogs, although many do not. No poop can get into these irrigation canals. If you wonder how e-coli gets onto our lettuce, that’s how.
This is the park on the other side of the canal from Yuma Mesa RV Park, where we are staying. I love the big saguaro cactus. It’s a pretty park, but it doesn’t have a pool, hot tub, shuffleboard, etc.
Most days, we just take Daisy and Poppy on our morning walk, but on the odd day, we ask Donna Dee if Tru & Reece can come with us.
Tru is a Border Collie. She’s an old girl, but you’d never know it. She’s very frisky and would play fetch until she died. She really does have OCD, so you have to control her fetch games. She is also an Olympic Cuddler like Poppy. Paul wants to steal her.
Reece is a Standard Poodle. He is such a handsome boy! Yes, I want to steal him. I keep whispering in his big ears that he should hop in the Chinook when we leave. In the meantime, we’ll keep playing with these two precious dogs. Donna rescued Reece and has really brought him out of his shell. He didn’t have a good early life, but he’s livin’ the life now! Some evenings, Donna will come over and spend some time visiting in the Chinook. She will bring one of the dogs, so we get more time with them.
One day, we crossed the main road and walked along another canal berm. As we approached a date palm grove, we thought we might be near my Aunty Candice and Uncle Gunner’s place, and sure enough, we were! That day, we also had Reece and Tru with us. We were all pretty hot, so we got refreshed on my aunt and uncle’s porch. What a great walk that was! We were so surprised that it only took 35 minutes to walk there. Of course, Tru found a lovely display of pinecones in a bowl and tried to entice my uncle to play fetch with her! What a girl!
Other Creatures, Great and Small
There is a dead tree near our park, and every morning the vultures perch on it and warm their wings. It was a little disconcerting the first time I walked by, but they kept to themselves and didn’t look twice at Daisy.
There are also citrus fruit groves and other crops. Check out this field:
The day before I walked by, they were so wooly. The next morning, I remembered my camera, but during the evening, they lost their coats! As I approached, they came running over.
These sheep are from Montana. It is cheaper for farmers to send their sheep south than to buy feed for them for the winter. They get moved from field to field. They can clear a field in a couple of days, and they add much needed nutrients. Lucky sheep! Who wouldn’t want to spend their winters in Arizona?