Good evening, and welcome to What Bird Is It Anyway? a game where everything's made up, and the points don't matter. Like an evening gown in Truth or Consequences.
Hi Percy. Thanks for being here tonight.
So, you're a really big pigeon.
NO! I'm a hawk. Look:
Well, that is rather impressive. But, you don't really have a hawk beak. It's sort of pigeony...
I'm sorry - I was rude. Please don't pout. Tell us more about hawk life!
I'm sorry! Truly! It's just that ... it's, um ... your feet. They're very fluffy.
STOP THE CAMERAS. Okay, interview over. Out. Out, out, out, out. OUT!
No, I mean your fierce talons are elegantly adorned!
Monticello was calling me, collect, so I thought it would be cheaper to just go there.
I didn't take many shots of the town because it's all private residence. I passed a crop of lavender in bloom, and while my mouth was agape at that, I turned to see bunches of nearly-ripe black wine grapes hanging on the vine.
I was still taking that in when I saw a rose bush full of scarlet blooms, old-fashioned size. I don't mean they were the size of a drink glass. They were small roses.
Loaded fig trees peeked out from over the top of an adobe wall. Not that kind of loaded.
|National Forest Service road|
I met a fellow here who told me his great-great-great-great grandfather came here from Monticello, NY. I had to admit I didn't know where that was (I do now). That's how the town got its name.
I would love to spend a little time in this town. That would be challenging, though, since there are no businesses and no lodging.
I saw a sign that pointed to a campground 17 miles away, but then you've still got to drive in to be in town, and then you're back where I was today. The only person driving on the road, sticking out like a hitchhiking thumb. Sticking out like a five-year-old's tongue. Sticking out like a tourist in a Prius with New York State plates.
What I saw was charming, and I think you oughta go stick out there, too.