Top of The Tangle heart pTerodactyl Tommee Towhee morning To ya

“What’s that title? Alliteration on steroids?”

“Hey! Paparazzo! Incoming!”

“There’s the Tangle Heart Tree.”

“Here goes. Geronimo!”

Tree got in the way.

Nice landing. “Thanks!”

pTerodactyl on the Tangle Heart Tree.

Is that a branch or are you happy to see me?

“It’s a branch, Paparazzo. Get your mind out of the drainage ditch!”

“Oops! Don’t mind me. Just flying by.”

Tommee Towhee was hopping from branch to branch having Russian olives for breakfast.

A quarter moon with Swiss crater-style cheese, please. 25.4% waning crescent February 6, 2021.

Divine Dumpster

Wishful thinking for Downtown Albuquerque.

No moon this morning. It was hiding behind the clouds at dawn.

I attended a meeting about a conservation project in north Corrales where runoff and treated wastewater from Rio Rancho dumps into the Rio Grande. The Nature Conservancy is working with various agencies to use the runoff and wastewater to retore the area into a wetland. Therefore, I did not get out to say hi to the owls and cranes tonight.

All That Remains

We have a real mystery on our hands with the mess left at the back door of the office. I’ll put the blame on La Llorona since there is an old acequia that runs under the parking lot about 50 feet from this mess.

“Don’t look at me! I didn’t eat no stinking human!”

78.9% Waning Gibbous. 6:15 am February 1, 2021.