Glenda reaching out to touch the phone
Sasha on a cold day enjoying warm air blowing on her.
Gwendolyn being a bit intense.
Black and white of snow under dawn’s dark light turns to snow black and white under a dark street light.
Cranes fly into darkness in the sun’s waning light.
Clouds break up over the Rio Grande and the snow-covered Sandias.
Mama Owl and Daddy Owl perched in a different tree.
We got about an inch of snow last night, and while the sun tried to peek through the clouds, the temperature never got about 25ºF (-3.9ºC). A couple of walks in the bosque and out on the beaches along the Rio Grande resulted in new birds and some exciting owl news.
Sandias and the Rio Grande from North Beach.
These Thrushes looked really iridescent in the snow on the riverbank under the cold, filtered sun.
Red-Tailed Hawk way off in the distance.
Sparrow up north scavaging in the snow and pebbles.
This poor calf has lost its herd. It’s all alone and has been sadly mooing for someone to keep it company.
Can you spot the northern mama owl sitting on her eggs?
She didn’t use this nest last year because the raccoons had ransacked it. She is in it again this year. The year before, 2018, she had Virginia in this nest: https://wp.me/p1yQyy-4dG
Blondy the blonde porcupine sleeping way up in a cottonwood.
Mama Owl and Daddy Owl in their usual spot with snow all around.
The pTerodactyl posed perfectly in the Tangle Heart Tree for Valentine’s Day.
Daddy Owl snoozing at sunrise.
A congregation of cranes at dawn.
Cranes celebrating the frosty sunrise.
The other side of Miss Stripy Sparrow.
“¡Hasta la huego you silly goose!”
As a thunderstorm blew in this evening lots of crows were flying all around us.
The railroad crossing arms came down about 6:45 am.
I sat there waiting for the train.
And sat there. Cars started backing up from the other direction.
After sitting, waiting about 3 or 4 minutes for the train to go by, the arms started to rise.
The ghost train had gone by and we were free to continue on our way.
Yesterday we had clouds running amok through the skies with our painter scrambling to keep her colors from blowing away with the winds. Today ¡Nada! Not a cloud in the sky. However, our ever clever painter brushed the Sandias with pink, then she threw a spray of ocher that turned into lavender, purples, and blues as it spread from the horizon into the sky.
Our painter picks her colors from sunbursts.