After photographing the red sun falling behind the slipping into its nightly bliss, I walked over the Beaver Point. Lo and behold, the was a beaver sitting on the opposite bank of the Rio Grande grooming to Beethoven’s 5th Symphony. I tried to hold the Bazooka as steady as possible in the low dusk light, capturing video of this classical Beaver, Beethoven the Beaver.
Some one’s white duck was in the irrigation ditch tonight.
I spotted a Beaver on the other side of the river.
He slithered into the water.
Swam toward me like Jaws.
He made a right turn,
Then a left turn.
Then Splashed me after I was yelling at him to splash for quite some time.
Is there a dragon in the clouds?
The Sandias with a soft pink.
The beavers were out early tonight. We saw three beavers gathering willows, reflecting, and swimming around.
No sunset, no moon, I couldn’t check on the owls. Rain, much needed rain, kept me inside to post photos of roses. The first Dr. Huey in the above photo. Julie’s giant Dr. Huey is only thinking about blooming. After it blooms we will have our 7th annual Dr. Huey tour.
Fourth of July with a Grasshopperlette.
I posted this one last week when it only had 5 roses in bloom.
Bazzoka’s first beavers. It was dark so they are not super clear. the one on the right looks like a bear.
Bazooka’s first swallow. Swallow are faster and more erratic flyers than bats.
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.
The Conservancy has been at it again, breaking up and pulling the beaver dams out of the clearwater ditch with their evil Beaver Dam Breaker.
Below is a short video a did last night of a beaver sliding into the Rio Grande after cutting some willows to snack on along the river bank. We saw four beavers last night and six beavers the night before last.
The Angry Beavers also asked me to repost Bite ‘Em on the Old Shin Bone (at the bottom of this post) to remind everyone of how the Conservancy, who doesn’t conserve anything but destroys everything instead, is always picking on the poor beavers by destroying their dams. The beavers and their dams make a nice habitat for so many other critters.
Tomorrow is Epiphany, the 12th day of Christmas. I wrote a version of the Twelve Days of Christmas using the bosque animals that starts with the 12th day of bosque Christmas. Special guest Suzette Presti was gracious enough to do the vocals. Enjoy.
The Twelfth Day of Bosque Christmas
Lyrics by Timothy Price
Vocals: Suzette Presti
Arrangement: Timothy Price
Guitar, bass, percussion: Timothy Price
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve coyotes crooning
Eleven flickers flitting
Ten finches feeding
Nine seagulls sailing
Eight badgers burrowing
Seven cats a purring
Six crows a cawing
Five beaver slaps
Four geese honking
Three cranes in flight
Two owls to hoot and
A pterodactyl in the Tangle-Heart Tree.