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Photo by Lisa E White |
Saguaros are unbelievable plants, which beg to be personified. Check out this gnarled, old cactus near Shea and 64th Street. Even the limb that is falling off is blooming, offering up a bouquet of white flowers as if part of a June wedding. The saguaro in our yard currently is the home of some very loud baby Gila woodpeckers. The parents keep darting away, diverting our attention, but no predator could miss the cacophony created by the hungry chicks.
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