The bunkhouse at dawn, lit by the "supermoon."
Breakfast is served in the kitchen.
There's time to get a couple hours of work in before a mid-morning departure for Las Cruces.
And caught another black-faced solitaire.
Piling into the bus at 8:30 for an hour and a half ride to Las Cruces.
Today's relative brief journey brought us from Las Alturas (1400 m) to the Wilson Botanical Garden at Las Cruces (1200 m).
Miles of dirt road, as usual. Both Palo Verde and Las Alturas are remote, which is one reason we lie both sites so much.
Some excitement on spotting a yellow-headed caracara from the bus.
And here it is: a yellow-headed caracara.
Passing the guard house, which controls entry to Las Alturas, which is a private reserve owned by a Microsoft billionaire.
Setting up nets in the rain.
Huddled under the tiny roof of the insect night screen.