Oseric Owl keeps a watchful eye out while his ear tufts blow in the breeze.
Nora Owl on her nest
Osric Owl hooting
A lonely jet leaves a lonely contrail in an otherwise clear sky.
Eye See You!
Category: Birds
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.
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
Wintery
Dawn
pTerodactyl on a paddleboard at dusk
Dusk
Duck Daze Wood
Contrail Cross
Some of you might remember that three years ago to the day, I posted Wood Dack Daze with a music video. Today, I give you Wood Ducks without a music video (I feel sighs of relief).
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Ducks at dusk
The Big Dipper are 9:30 PM and 6:00 AM
Orian and company at 9:30 PM and stars at 6:00 AM
Bridge and clouds taken on my ride this evening.
A little color at sunset
Another Great Standoff
Mostly blue skies all day.
“Put down that camera and top off the jug, Paparazzo!”
The great jug standoff.
I thought this was a cute little Tit, but my Bird ID said it’s a Canyon Towhee.
“I see you don’t know your Tits from a Towhee! Stupid Paparazzo!”
“It’s like, Duh!”
Plum blossoms.
Honeybee on plum blossoms
One of many tree roots of all evil lying in wait to trip people running in the bosque was calling Brian’s name. “¿Dónde está Brian? ¡Ven y tropieza conmigo!”
The Stragglers
Dawn
Noon
Afternoon
Bloomin’ Blooms
No cranes
A lone crane flew in
Can you find the lone crane in this photo?
It’s on the rocks!
No red on the Sandias tonight
A gang of scrawny-looking teenagers at Fourth of July Point. They probably fell behind and were left on their own to make their way north.
Five cranes flew over the teenage crane’s cuckoo’s nest
Sunset
pTerodactyl in the Twilight
More Dawn, Dusk, a Little Inbetween
Walk This Way
Half moon in Susan’s Tree at dawn.
Fewer cranes tonight and more teenage-sized cranes.
“Okay, Kidz! Walk this way!”
Things were ducky at sunset.
Hello! March!
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Off Center & Not Even 