I don’t know what type of lilies these are. I’m pretty sure we got them as a collection from Brecks, but that was years ago, and Brecks doesn’t offer anything that looks like these lilies on their website.
Ladybug on a daisy.
This lily is part of the collection, the same type of lily in a different color.
Black-Eyed Susan with a wasp.
Rio Samba
Woodhouse toad and paw prints on the edge of the Rio Grande.
A cormorant was being silly, sunning himself on a stick in the Rio Grande while watching the kayaks float by.
“Hey, y’all do I look like a dragon, or what?”
The forecast for Corrales was for 105º F (40.6º C). Our thermometer, which was in the shade at 16:18, showed 103.9º F (39.95ºF). The weather app on my phone showed 106º F (41.1º C) at 16:24. The air was dry at 17% humidity outside. It was hot and dry enough that the water feed into our evaporative air-conditioner could not keep up with the evaporation rate. The water level would fall below the pump’s inlet, so it could not pump water up to the pads until the water filled the base back up enough for the pump to suck up water and send it to the pads, where the water would evaporate quickly, and the water level would fall below the pump’s inlet again. If the water wouldn’t have been evaporating faster than the water filling the base of the cooler, the temperature in the house would have been 5 to 10 degrees cooler.
So what do the kitties do when the temperature is over 100º F outside? They lie around inside where the temperature 22 degrees cooler than outside.
Sasha cooling off on the base of the treadmill.
Marble stretched on the box on the table on the treadmill.
Loki giving me that “You’re bothering me boy!” look on the self in front of the treadmill.
Loki ignoring the paparazzo to concentrate on an electrifyingly cool nap.
Spunk discovered that lying in a small box in front of the cooler increased the airflow.
Silver in his favorite box on the table.
Daddy Owl silhouetted at dusk
Last night there was not much of a sunset, but daddy owl flew up on a tree well after sundown so we could see him in silhouette. He stayed on the tree until I was able to walk around where I could get him in profile in the afterglow. An Osprey flew overhead and then a beaver was out basking in the twilight on the east bank of the river.
Daddy Owl in profile at twilight
Osprey overhead
Beaver basking in the twilight
Beaver on the east bank grooming at twilight
A tiny grasshopper on Heritage.
“Hi there big little boy!”
Romance is in the air and on the Shasta Daisies, as the Pearl Cresent Butterflies have been courting with standoffs and flurries of fluttery foolery in the flowers. I assume the smaller butterflies are the males.
“This is my good side.”
“Well? Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me?”
Lady Cresent in waiting.
She didn’t have to wait long.
The male paused to savor the view of Lady Crescent’s beautiful butterfly behind.
An advance.
Fluttery butterfly foolery in the flower.
I found these two had snuck off into the weeds to do the butterfly bad thing.
This is what they call the “Butterly Position”.
A Viceroy Butterfly was hanging out along the edge of the Rio Grande this morning. He had a chunk out of his wing, but he fluttered about like nothing was wrong.
I had a tiny grasshopper rode with me today.
Silver’s tail almost crept away from him while he was sleeping.
His tail slipped back into place as Spunk entered the scene.
Silver was not sure what Spunk was up to.
Silver seemed to think it was safe to get more shuteye once Spunk settled in.
Silver’s not sure of Loki’s intentions.
Off Center & Not Even 