While taking the above photo of the Sandias in red, I heard a buzzing noise. I turned to see what it was and three paragliders were flying my way.
Moon and contrail at dusk
While I was photographing the moon and contrail, I heard an owl hooting close by. I investigated further and there was an owl perched on the edge of the nest I hung in Susan’s tree in August 2022. Hooteluja! Hooteluja! Hooooteluuuja!
It was dark, and I had to use 15x digital zoom on my phone’s camera, so I couldn’t tell if it was daddy owl. It could be one for the owlets from a few years ago out house shopping. Whichever owl it is, it’s a good sign to see an owl perched on the edge of the nest.
Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.
We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.
In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.
Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.
Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.
pTerodactyl stands vigil Over a dying pond Reflecting on things to come He saw the writing on the wall
Lyrics and music written and performed by Timothy Price.
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Writing’s On The Wall (Daniel 5:24-28†) By Timothy Price
[Verse] You should beware of the words, man As they were written by a bloodless hand You see, if you don’t change your ways You’ll succumb to what the inscription says
[Chorus] ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ Oh, the writing’s on the wall ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ It’s a prophecy of your fall ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ God is going to end it all ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ He won’t hear you when you call
[Bridge] ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ ‘M’ne!’ — God has counted up your kingdom ‘M’ne!’ — brought it to an end ‘T’kel’ — you’re weighed on the balance ‘T’kel’ — scale and come up short ‘P’res’ — your kingdom’s been divided given Given — to the Medes and the Persians
[Verse] You should beware of the words, man As they were written by a bloodless hand You see, if you don’t change your ways You’ll succumb to what the inscription says
[Chorus] ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ Oh, the writing’s on the wall ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ it’s a prophecy of your fall ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ God is going to end it all M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin’ He won’t hear you when you call
†24 This is why he sent the hand to write this inscription; 25 and the inscription says, ‘M’ne! M’ne! T’kel ufarsin.’ [a]26 This is what it means: ‘M’ne!’ — God has counted up your kingdom and brought it to an end. 27 ‘T’kel’ — you are weighed on the balance-scale and come up short. 28 ‘P’res’ — your kingdom has been divided and given to the Medes and Persians.” (Complete Jewish Bible).
pTerodactyl hanging hopeful on the edge of a pathetic puddle.
pTerodactyl pacing on the edge and reflecting on a pathetic puddle.
We have received zero precipitation for the month of October, and less than an inch of rain over the previous three months, so the Clearwater Ditch is drying up south of us. Only a few puddles remain. There is a little more water in the Clearwater Ditch north of us, backed up behind beaver dams.
A lone juvenile Sandhill Crane was hanging out on the ditch bank foraging in the sand.
Off Center & Not Even 