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.
The mystery bird perched above Mama Owl
Mama Owl
Owlet @ Dusk
Jupiter with two of its moons
Blue Grosbeak
Spunk’s charging
Glenda
Looking bored waiting for dinner
Daddy owl looking for dinner about 12 feet from us. Fortunately, we were too big to be dinner.
Blue Grosbeak at dawn
Mama Owl: “I see you pesky paparazzo!”
Mama Owl feeding and grooming the owlets at dawn
Yes Mama Owl, the pesky paparazzo is still here!
On the virge of sunrise
Towhee waiting for the sun to rise
Here comes the sun
“Talk to the tail, Paparazzo!”
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?
Sunset
Snowy Egret at Dawn
Wood Duck
This might be a Yellow-breasted Chat
Coyotes on the run
Mama owl and owlet sleeping and sunrise
Guard Hummingbird and sunset
One owlet at sunset
Wynona Beaver hanging out with us at sunset
Can you find Wynona in the above photo?
Can you find six coyotes in the above photo?
Owlets at dusk
Hummingbird at dusk
Mama Owl and Owlet in the morning light
Snowy Egret
Fly Catcher catching flies
Spunk saved us from an attack napkin
Spunk helping with Mother’s Day presents
Worn out Spunk from all his hard work helping with Mother’s Day
Spunk
Stormy skies near sunset
Can you see the owlets?
Daddy Owl on guard duty
What do you think happened to the owner of these sandals?
A) Chupacabra
B) La Llorona
C) Raptured
Can you see the Goose with two goslings in tow?
No rain storm
Cloudcover at twilight
After Jake and I got back from our morning walk, I uncovered the birds, and Beaker, our 34-year-old Gold Cap Conure, was dead on the bottom of his cage. He had lived many years beyond his species’ average lifespan. He got everything he could out of life, enjoying coffee and toast in the mornings (he really loved pancakes when we made them). He wanted us to share everything we ate, and we did. He especially loved pasta, eggs, and most any meat. He was a real taskmaster, having us wait on him hand and foot, ringing his bell for service, and always letting us know what he wanted. We are really going to miss him.
Laurie took these three photos of Beaker in February after listening to Bad Bunny’s song, “DTMF.” He sings about how he should have taken more photos and appreciated the time they had together… The lyrics that inspired Laurie to photograph all the animals that day are:
“Vamo’ a disfrutar, que nunca se sabe si nos queda poco…”
“Debí tirar más fotos de cuando te tuve
Debí darte más besos y abrazo’ las veces que pude…”
“Let’s enjoy – ’cause we never know if our time is short…”
“I should have taken more photos from when I had you
I should have given you more kisses and hugs the times I could…”
Beaker loved to take baths
We burried Beaker at sunset
Under stormy skies
Beaker’s grave
Dawn
Killdeer
Sunrise
Spunk’s tail charging
Glends and Spunk
Cat 6
Home late
Dawn
Can you find the owlette?
Sunrise
Gwendolyn
Glenda
Sliver sleeping
Cat 5
Spunk
Loki
Mystery Kitty
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.
Sunset
Dawn
Sunrise
A Peacock Butterfly with a piece of its wing missing
I didn’t do it! I swear! I didn’t bite the peacock butterfly.
Eurasian Blackbird
Squirrel Nutkin again
European Robin
European Robin in silhouette
Gray Heron overhead
Atlas: “Why don’t you ever bring any of those birdies home for me, Paparazzo?”
Goldcrest
Freyja: “What about me?”
Illusive Eurasian Jay
Tree over the trail
Sunset
Bedtime
Off Center & Not Even 