Blow Me Down!

Red sky at morning. High wind warning

That saying is true for today. We still have high winds, as I type.

The irrigation ditch is dry.

A funny thing happened on the way to the blogosphere. Brad and I were discussing birds wishing paparazzi get struck by lightning. I noticed that all the irrigation ditches have had no water in them in the past few days, even though the river is running higher. The birds’ wishes missed the paparazzi and zapped the irrigation pumps instead. I got a text from the Mayorodomo that the irrigation pumps were down due to being struck by lightning.

Doesn’t take long to get dry, cracked earth in a dry and windy environment.

Nora Owl was secure in her nest, but we did not see Orsic Owl this afternoon.

Rough water on the Rio Grande

Puddle ducks blown up against the bank by the high winds.

Wind making waves on the water.

T=Towers

Dual dragons driving their way through the wind.

Dusty pink at sunset

Dusk

Drama at Duskfall

Redwing Blackbirds

Willa-Cat-Her pussyfootin’ across our property.

Wile E. Coyote left Wile Etta Coyote behind.

What is Osric Owl looking at?

A pesky Cooper’s Hawk chattering at him like a monkey.

Nora Owl peers out from her nest.

Osric Owl keeping an eye out and hooting a status report.

Dirtbag

Moon at dawn

Sasha heard our nephew is a “Dirtbag,” and she thought that sounded great and got all dirty in solidarity. Our nephew drives around the country Bouldering, a type of rock climbing.

Sasha refilling to bring more leaves and dirt into the house.

Sasha can be clean and cute.

Partly cloudy, on the warm side of cool (73ºF, 22.8ºC), and windy this afternoon.

Cheez Almost Gone

“Ah! Hmm! Papa Ratzo! Are you like dense or something? Can’t YOU see the CHEEZ is COVERED?”

Loki: “It looks like a wee bit of Cheez. It stinks like an Old wee bit of Cheez. It’s dry like an Old wee bit of Cheez…”

Loki: “I think the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo duped us with a piddling amount of cheez! I’m outta here!”

Silver: “Wait! Loki! You’re leaving me to deal with the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo and a piddling amount of dry, stinky Cheez?”

Cats: “Are you ILL il Papa Ratzo? Did you not learn anything from the CHEEZ incident earlier?”

Paparazzo: “I just topped off the jug and blessed it! What else do you want me to do?”

Cats: “You need to ask? You are more clueless than we thought!”

Where’s Nora?

Almost Worm Moon setting at dawn. The full moon is tonight, but it’s blocked by clouds at the moment.

Can you find Nora Owl?

Is that a stupid paparazzo standing on the ditch bank pointing a bazooka at us?

Psst! Don’t look now, but there’s a stupid paparazzo shooting us with a bazooka!

Kiss me, you fool!

Umph! Mo motos mit ma moth mull!

We had intermittent storms with icy winds this afternoon. The wind was biting when I walked down to check on Nora.

Sunset

Where’s The Cheez?

Wind blew the color away at dawn

What’s a matter you, Paparazzo? Where’s the stinking cheeeezzzz, already?

Silver: “So, Loki? Do you think the stupid Paparazzo put the cheez in this thing?” Loki: “I don’t see no stinking Cheez dish or smell no stinking Cheez! But I suppose there could be Cheez in that there thingamagig. But I’m tellin’ you Sliver, Cheez or no Cheez, I smell a stinking rat of a Paparazzo!”

Silver: “So that is what I was smelling? Un RATTO puzzolente di paparazzo!! He’s probably hiding the Cheez for himself”

Mable: “Hey, puzzolente ratto di paparazzo! How do I open this thing and get to the Cheez?”

Sasha: “Who cares about stinky old Cheez when you can be on the cutting edge?”

A colorful sunset defied the wind.