



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

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


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

Dawn



Stretching wing at dawn

Sunrise




Synchronized seagull sleeping

Great architecture


This high school is as old as it looks.

The post office building

Museum

Grave yard bunny

Where North Sea oil rigs are decommissioned





European Starling



Starling and the Gull

Squirrel on Shey’s back fence

House Sparrow



Dunnock

Ruddy Turnstone



Eurpean Herring Gull




Gray Herron





Sunset

