In the mornings the roadrunner warms itself by spreading its feathers and turning its back to the sun. Morning is the only time one can catch a roadrunner. Curious by nature, this particular fellow likes to peer into the house at breakfast time as the sun creeps over the top of the Sandias. Sometimes I wonder if he would like to come in and have black tea and warm bread? Perhaps he is wondering if I would like to come out and catch sparrows with him? We both have questions. One thing we both know for sure, we like to look at each other.