Lead a Horse to Water

Vato Kitty is convalescing at Laurie’s parents’ house after sustaining some serious wounds from fighting.

I showed some riders how to get to the river bed on their horses.

Jake trying to catch a little shade.

“Hey, Paparazzo! What did you do with that roadrunner you shot yesterday?”
“Look out! He’s Right behind you!”

“Talk to the tail! Stupid paparazzo!”

Dragon Tree

If The Shoe Fits

Not a cloud in the sky

Jake and I ran into a sassy Roadrunner on our afternoon walk.

He stopped to sun himself for a few minutes.

Ready to pounce

Jake tried on the lost shoe to see if, by chance, he was Dogerella!

Cranes foraging on the edge of the bosque

Windy

We’ve had high winds the last two days that have blown most of the dried leaves off of Resa’s Wolf Tree.

The wind did not blow away the color at twilight this morning.

The goose thought the old paparazzo wouldn’t see it if it stuck its head in the water!

Glenda

Fewer leaves on Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset than were there at twilight.

Fuzzy mountains from the dust

Cranes flew by fast with the tailwind.

The cranes hovered in the wind when they were coming in for landing.

Hang Five

A silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy

The silver-haired Sasquatch was hanging ten before he went for a weird balance to hang five. SHS and Scoopy were defying gravity.

Coyote: “That silver-haired Sasquatch is a weirdo!”

The cats don’t care about no stinking silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy!

The sandias were orange tonight.