No much left of this iceberg floating down the Rio Grande at dawn.
Female Blue Grosbeak
Yertle the Turtle hanging out in a mud puddle in the almost-dry, clearwater ditch.
Owlet @ Dawn
What looks like either a flycatcher or western bluebird hanging out above Mama Owl. I think it figured it’s less likely to become dinner above Mama than below Mama.
A coyote pup followed Jake and I around on our walk in the bosque and on the riverbed.
Summer Tanager
The pup, standing closeby, cocked his head when I spoke to him
Bushtit
The little tike brushed by Jake while we were looking at the Bushtits, then he turned and looked at us like asking, “Well? Did you notice?” I saw him brush by Jakeout of the corner of my eye. Jake didn’t react, as if he didn’t notice.
Wile-E Coyote, Jr. followed us out to South Beach and acted like he wanted to play.
At first, he got too close for the Bazooka to focus (minimum focus in 11 feet), so I had to take a few steps back to get him into focus.
Jake ignored the poor pup’s advances, so the pup found a stick to play with, and then looked a bit sad as we waked away.
Blue Grosbeak
He was singing the blues
The pup followed us to the top of the levee and watched us cross the bridge over the Clearwater ditch, as we disappear behind the cottonwoods along the irrigation ditch. We didn’t see any adult coyotes on our walk in the bosque and on the riverbed.
A hummingbird with a “Don’t mess with me!” look on his face was between us and the coyote pup as we crossed the bridge on our way back to see what the owls were up to.
Mama Owl and Owlet where relaxing.
Laurie got good photos of the mama goose with her two goslings when she went out for a walk this morning.
Blue Grosbeak at dusk
I believe this is a female Black-headed Grosbeak.
Mama Owl waiting for Daddy Owl to bring dinner.
Owlets patiently waiting for dinner.
Can you find the hummingbird and the grosbeak in the above photo?
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.