The wee hours of the morning.
A pretty pine cone
Jake put in 40 hours at the office this week. All the staff loved Jake; he got so much attention he was worn out by early afternoon today.
Jake’s version of TGIF!
Veteran’s Honor is a huge bloom.
Venus riding the clouds.
Sandias at dusk with Canadian Geese wading in the Rio Grande as they prepare to roost for the night.
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Shey’s Tree under pink
Belafante and Jake are staying with us this week while Tristan and her clan are out of town. Belafante is already feeling at home. The cats are not happy that we will have a dog in the house for a week.
Belafante doing a birdie version of monkey squats
Spunk
Belafante grooming the long-haired, redneck, Paparazzo’s beard.
Silence From The Frogs (Featuring Teagan Riordain Geneviene on Vocals)
Teagan was gracious enough to lend her beautiful voice to another of my original songs, Silence From The Frogs. I first published Silence Of The Frogs as a poem in 2017 while blogging on T & L Photos. I made the poem into a song in the summer of 2022. I first published the song with my vocals in February 2023. Teagan’s voice is a vast improvement over mine.
The tree trimmers cut the branch that fell on the powerline off the powerline but left it in the bamboo, still pulling down on the phone line. I have to duck under the phone line when I go out and in the gate. The tree trimmers worked late into the night, trimming the trees back from the powerlines and cutting the fallen branch off of it.
Pre-dawn
Dawn
Loki
Sunset
Sturgeon Moon on the set
Spunk, Sasha, Silver
Soft Sturgeon Moon
Søren, Loki, Beaker
Dahlias
Gwendolyn, Marble, Glenda
Afternoon thunderheads over Resa’s Tree
Big moth
Silver: “Please don’t Take & Bake me!”
Lizard sunning
This hummingbird likes to perch on the wire while it gets nectar off the butterfly bush.
Spunk
Simple Dawn
Standing on the bank
One smells the muddy water
Rio Grande running red
Transfixed by the scene
We watched the storm rolling in
Were fools in the rain
Knee-deep in red mud
Geese forage in the shallows
Sunlight streams through clouds
Dawn
The Bushtits think Sunflowering needs to be added to the Olympics. It’s like a birdie version of Bouldering (click on the photos to enlarge).
Sunrise through Resa’s Tree
Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower
Spunk asleep at the wheel.
Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.
I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.
Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.
Spunk gloving
Sunset
Cheetah in the clouds
Dawn
First sunflower
Under morning sun
Digging, chopping, pulling roots
Intruders succumb
Gwendolyn
Spunk
Cooper’s Hawk
Late afternoon
Sunrise
Titmouses: “Who are you calling ‘Tufted Tits?’ Poofy Paparazzo of penurious perception! Are we even Titmouses?”
Paparazzo: “I’m simply being alliterate and making a clever title. You look close enough to Tufted Titmouses with your tufts down for the titillating title, and a pair of cute birds like yourselves (Tits or not) are always popular. Plus, if people think they are going to see a pair of Tufted Tits, curiosity will generate lots of clicks! So there’s no need to get your mousies in a muddle.”
Titmouses: “Well. I guess we can’t argue with the logic behind your questionable title and advertising for clicks. But you’re still a poofy Paparazzo of penurious perception!”
Paparazzo: “Talking about alliterate!”
Shey’s Tree and moon
Another moon in the Tangle Heart Tree
Off Center & Not Even 