It was very cold out on the Bosque today. These tumbleweeds have probably tumbled their last after the big wind last week. They blew into the Rio Grande and stuck! They look homeless and huddled. It will have to blow even harder to get them out of their watery grave.
The Bosque looks devoid of life, except for a fat coyote that didn't stop for a picture taking session. I much prefer it in the fall when there is color.