Category: Birds

Tired of Wired

Timothy Price35 Comments

Cranes flew over our Cuckoo’s Nest at dawn

Sunset through the finer wire on the Sally Port

Cats don’t close the door
Gotta keep the birds inside
Had to add fine wire

Smoking hutch

Daddy Longlegs

Cows in the dusty dusk

Sliver Moon with jet and contrail

Steaming hot mushrooms

Spunk worn out after boxing books

Black Lace Trees at sunset

In Coming

Timothy Price31 Comments

Crescent Moon and Venus were in the Tangle Heart Tree tonight.

The above video is of cranes landing on the opposite side of the Rio Grande and then wading into the river at the end of the video. Turn up the volume so you can hear the cranes.

Gwendolyn and Silver

Crescent Moon and Venus in Black Lace Trees.

Alignment of Saturn in the top left (barely visible), Crescent Moon, and Venus in the lower right.

Twenty Twenty-Five

Timothy Price64 Comments

Marble peeking out to see if Twenty Twenty-five looks safe!

Jeez, you all! Twenty Twenty-five kinda looks the same as 2024!

Belafonte danced in celebration of Twenty-Twenty-five.

Silver: Twenty-twenty-five? I think I feel that way in kitty age!

Glenda: I thought it was Twenty Twenty-five & Six Two Four or something like that?

Jack Sparrow had something to say about Twenty Twenty-five, but he forgot what it was.

Spunk: It’s Twenty Twenty-five, and what do we all get? Another year older and a whole lot of crap!

Marble: Twenty Twenty-five seems sorta safe now that the poor old, pathetic, poopy patrol paparazzo and the other bipeds have eaten their black-eyed peas!

Jake: Twenty Twenty-five? Does that mean more T&A*?

*Treats & Attention.