I’m amused by their various strategies for responding to my presence on the walking trails. Some scamper off as soon as they see me. Some freeze in place until I’m past. Some freeze in place until I pause, and then they scamper off. Some hide under bushes; some turn their backs on me — “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me?” — but exposing that attention-getting white butt.
I don’t know which strategy works best, but collectively they’re doing something right. They’re everywhere down here: in the desert proper, in desert-like parks, in neighbourhood parks, and in the washes snaking through the city.
And some of them have time for Pilates.