Roger B-9 No Water

Corrales B-9 Fire Truck

We went out for a walk on the ditch after sundown. The Corrales Fire Department was working at the bridge setting out water for use in putting out bosque fires. As anyone who has followed this blog for a while knows, I often complain about the Conservancy tearing out the beaver dams because the beaver dams were keeping the water levels up in the clearwater ditch that created a wetland for many species that live in Corrales and many other species that stop in Corrales on their migrations. Another thing the beaver dams provided was water for the Corrales Fire Department to fight bosque fires. There is an arsonist who’s been starting bosque fires, and there is so little water in the clearwater ditch right now that a fire pump sucks the ditch dry in minutes. The Fire Department is building dams in the ditch to try and raise the water level, plus they are adding water to the ditch. However, without the dams, the added water will just flow downstream and soak into the mud. By removing the beaver dams, the Conservancy has created a really serious problem for all the critters and people who live along the Rio Grande.

 

Here’s Bite Em On The Old Shin Bone for anyone who hasn’t seen it.

Chem-trail in the dark

Moon and Tangle Heart Tree

Day Glow Peach

You can look through the peach leaves portal into the future. If you are quick you may see what will pass.

Dale, @ A Delectable Life, rightly noticed that her Peach Tree had not been getting much attention. Here it is in day-glow peach.

I couldn’t resist doing an Over/Under shot. Inspired by Marina.

 

That Yellow Glow

The burning bush. Tamarisk.

Cottonwoods’ glowing yellow in the twilight.

Holly’s Tangle Heart Tree watching the other cottonwoods go yellow.

Yellow cottonwoods on along the levee and trail that goes to Beaver Point.

Shey’s Tree is turning more slowly than the trees around it.

Yellow glow in panorama.

Cottonwoods along the irrigation ditch.

Susan’s Tree.

Resa’s Tree.

Tiffany’s Tree.

Prepare to DIE!

Prepare to DIE Paw-Paw-Rot-Zo!

Spunk was not very happy with me putting a cute bow on him making him look adorable. Adorable is not a part of Spunk’s vocabulary as far as he’s concerned. Rough, Tough, and Handsome yes. Cute and Adorable NOoooo! Fortunately, I was able to use the Cat Herder’s secret weapon, catnip, to calm down the poor humiliated Spunk kitty. He forgave me, followed by sweet, or should I say “catly”, kitty dreams.

Yum yum yum. I’m seeing a little longer life in your future Paw-Paw-Rot-Zo.

October Owls

Daddy Owl was in the bosque.

The owls were out hooting back and forth to each other at twilight.

He flew onto the trunk of a cottonwood before flying over to cottonwoods by the clearwater ditch

Mama Owl was on the tip-top of Mia’s Tree.

Getting a good hoot in. I pushed this photo 2 stops to get a little bit of detail.

Otherwise, Mama Owl was a silhouette.

Cranes and Canadian Geese flew by Mama Owl on their way to roost.