Perched on fence poles by the road the hawks sit and wait to feed of roadkill. I had passed Lordsburg, NM and was heading for Rodeo, NM and the Chiricahua mountains. Spectacular scenery awaited as the Mexican border grew closer. It was the open spaces and the fact that the scenery had changed little in centuries that lured me. A woman with a gun stopped to ask what I was doing and drove on once satisfied that I was only taking pictures.