Sunrise
The persistence of pareidolia. Left to right: Wolf’s head. Three faces above the wolf’s head. Head and shoulders of a bear lying on its back. Kitty in the sky. A person looking down on from the top. A long-eared hound running over a fox that’s lying on its back over Resa’s Wolf Tree, and a pig in the lower right (see my key at the end of the post).
Spunk watching Sasha
Spunk mad dogging Sasha
Sunset
Here’s what I saw.
Dainty Dawn, what’s the color you have on?
A killer whale cloud over Resa’s Wolf Tree.
Clouds barring sunset
Wild clouds that were supposed to rain. No rain.
Post sunset color
Dusk
Dawn
Sunrise
Roses
Sunset
Dusk
Since we were on the river bed at dusk, we walked right up to the beaver feeding along the river bank, and said, “Hi!”
Surprizingly, he kept eating while keeping a watchful eye on us.
Blue Moon at dawn
Sunrise
While I was standing in the river shooting the sunrise, Jaws started swimming towards me.
Harry, the Hairy Woodpecker, pecking on a cottonwood
Mama Owl at sunrise
Spunk noticed there was a lot of orange in the floral arrangement and added his tail.
“Ahem! Pesky Paparazzo, cheez is also orange!”
“That’s more like it!”
Norte Pond has become Notre trou de boue
Neil Diamond produces a cracklin’ rose
Sunset
Spunk’s tail between a rock and a hard cat.
Post sunset colors
Silver
Daddy Owl at dusk
Dusk
Notre Pond has turned into a Norte Piddle that looks like a unicorn knight with a fox tail.
Snowy Egret
Sunrise
We were being followed by a coyote again.
Glenda
Dopple hanging out under the landing while I worked on the ramp.
The ramp is basically finished.
Dusk
Blue moon making the sky yellow before peeking over the Sandias.
Jupiter and Venus were nicely aligned.
Blue Moon rising
Looked a little more blues soomed in, through the trees
Sunrise
Notre Pond
Is almost gone
The turtles have Moved on
Another lost sole
Le long shadows
Bunnies
Loki
A load of lumber I bought to build a ramp
I’ve been planning to build a ramp to the front door for quite a while. Since the house is 32 inches off the ground (we are 16 feet below the river), the ramp is 32 feet long, but will be longer when I add the final piece that will bring the slope to the ground. I’m worn out. While I used to be strong, between lots of chemo from years gon by, and age, I’ve become a 198-pound weakling. Lifting the ramp up and securing it to the landing was quite an ordeal.
Sinset
Dawn
Glenda
Gwendolyn giving Jake Mad Dogs
Distant clouds at sunset
Almost full moon
Dusk
Daddy Owl at dusk
The Lone Owlet at dusk
Sasha trying to wake up at dawn
Mama Owl was giving me the tail while feeding The Lone Owlet this morning.
Jetties in the glow of the almost rising sun
A dragon over Resa’s Wolf Tree
Spunk and Jake
Snapping turtle on the irrigation ditch bank
When Jake and I went out for our afternoon walk, my neighbor, Sara, and a cyclist were pondering the snapping turtle on the irrigation ditch bank, headed away from the Clearwater ditch and river. Sara got an old horse feed bag, we got the snapping turtle in the sack, and I carried him to the river.
He was looking very dry, but still had a lot of snap in him.
He was still upset over being bagged and carried to the river, so he gave me a menacing look.
Sunset
After he got into the river, he stretched out and soaked under sunset clouds.
Jake watching the turtle soak in the shallows.
The turtles view of the sunset
Spunk
Mama Owl and the Lone Owlet at dawn. I could not find the Lone Owlet in the tree this evening.
Black-headed Grosbeak
Coyotes
Say’s Phoebe
Cloudy Dawn
We got half an inch of rain yesterday and another quarter inch of rain this afternoon.
Mudback of Notre Pond enjoying the rise in the pond water from the rain.
Why did the turtle cross the levee?
This morning’s Spunk Art: “Tail In A Box!”
Turkey Vultures
I think the rain washed a lot of the fuzz off of the Lone Owlet.
Sunset after the rain
Off Center & Not Even 