Beaker RIP

Cloudcover at twilight

After Jake and I got back from our morning walk, I uncovered the birds, and Beaker, our 34-year-old Gold Cap Conure, was dead in the bottom of his cage. He had lived many years beyond his species’ average lifespan. He got everything he could out of life, enjoying coffee and toast in the mornings (he really loved pancakes when we made them). He wanted us to share everything we ate, and we did. He especially loved pasta, eggs, and most any meat. He was a real taskmaster, having us wait on him hand and foot, ringing his bell for service, and always letting us know what he wanted. We are really going to miss him.

Laurie took these three photos of Beaker in February after listening to Bad Bunny’s song, “DTMF.” He sings about how he should have taken more photos and appreciated the time they had together… The lyrics that inspired Laurie to photograph all the animals that day are:

“Vamo’ a disfrutar, que nunca se sabe si nos queda poco…”

“Debí tirar más fotos de cuando te tuve
Debí darte más besos y abrazo’ las veces que pude…”

“Let’s enjoy – ’cause we never know if our time is short…”

“I should have taken more photos from when I had you
I should have given you more kisses and hugs the times I could…”

Beaker loved to take baths

We burried Beaker at sunset

Under stormy skies

Beaker’s grave

Cats n Colors

Dawn

Just shy of sunrise

Silver shaking

Sil (not our cat)

I’m taking care of Sil and Pattern (who never comes out for me) for friends while they are out of town.

Doppel

Doppel liked having me to sit with him while he was grooming

Sunset

Mystery Kitty Says Hi!

Dawn

Can you find the owlette?

Sunrise

Gwendolyn

Glenda

Sliver sleeping

Cat 5

Spunk

Loki

Mystery Kitty

The mystery kitty started hanging around last summer, fighting with our cats through the wire in the catio. You can read more about that at https://wp.me/p1yQyy-cr8. He has always run away from us whenever he sees us, but Laurie noticed he’d been looking thin, so she started leaving food and water out for him. He was meowing at the Sally port door this afternoon, and our cats were not fighting with him through the wire. I walked out the door and he ran. I sat down on the step and called him. He slowly came back, sniffed me, got up on the step next to me, and let me pet him for a few seconds before he ran off again. I went back inside and in a few minutes he was meowing at the door again. I took a can of cat food out and put it in his food bowl, and he really appreciated the canned food. I sat on the step with him eating at my feet and took a few photos. He definitely looks rougher than he did when we first started seeing him last summer.

The humming bird that was buzzing aroung us while the mystery kitty was eating.

If you didn’t find the owlet in the long shot, here’s a closer view.

Sunset

Home At Last

Albuquerque Airport: Passengers walk out of the secure area on their way to the baggage claim.

Crescent moon at midnight after being in airports and on airplanes for 20 hours.

Sunrise

Yucca at sunrise

Sasha helping unpack

Spunk helping unpack

Spunk taking a nap with me this afternoon

“You’re supposed to be napping, not snapping!”

Blooming

Sunset

Loki