Frolics in the yard
Palm Sunday Easter Bunny
Why no Easter Hawks?
Copper’s Hawk
¡Hasta la vista! Baby!
Mr. & Mrs. Weatern Blurebirds might have a nest in Resa’s tree. The Mister is hanging out on the same branch every day like he’s on guard.
This Lincoln’s Sparrow was stumping me.
Moon behind bluebird
Turkey Vulture gliding free
The Missus is brown
Redwing Blackbirds
STOP and look around
Colors here there everywhere
Sky clouds birds mountains
A Western Bluebird with Blue
All blue above and below the Sandias.
Osric Owl braving the wind.
Half a moon
I had a terrible time getting this American Coot in focus
Dawn’s colors from home, on the road, and at the office this morning.
Rodney Redtail (I’m assuming this is a male) has been hanging out in Susan’s tree occasionally, perched above where I hung the nest for the owls. I’m hoping that maybe Roberta Redtail is nesting in the owl’s nest. I won’t climb up there and see if she’s in there. But I can hope she is. Rodney had a stick or something in his beak.
Dawn
Male
Trouble with Hairy
Is he could be a Downy
Peckers look alike
Female
Western Bluebird
Moon setting at dawn
The Worm Moon Riseth
On a March night behind clouds
Through trees, it showeth
Pink Dawn
X in the afternoon
Cranes at dusk
Worm Moon
Worm Moon in Resa’s Tree
Worm Moon in a random tree
The Rio Grande at dusk
Last stripes of dusk
Dawn @ 25º F
Geoff bitched at me last night for commenting on his photos rather quickly. I did make a quick pass through them. I can take in images rather quickly. However, I did not read anything he wrote. As I explained to him, my eyes are really messed up, so I can’t see very well to read right now. You may have noticed that I haven’t been posting the images I normally post this time of year, i.e., cranes, owls, other critters, the bosque, and the Rio Grande. With my bad eyes, I don’t feel like going out and looking for things to photograph. I’ve been working on music more than photography lately. As far as other bloggers’ posts, I can read short pieces, but I have to skim longer pieces if I read them at all. As far as a lot of bloggers’ posts I would normally comment on, I don’t comment if the posts require a lot of reading.
Anyway, took a bunch of photos today between working on music videos, watering, playing guitar, doing laundry and dishes, and hearing cats.
House Finch
Spunk in the rags. Marble under a hoodie over the heater vent.
Beaker. He doesn’t like his picture taken. He keeps moving so it’s hard to get a clear shot using effects.
Midday clouds
Midday clouds with a floral filler.
Spunk and Loki
Sunset
The End
Red-winged Blackbirds fly around in fast-moving flocks, changing directions many times before landing in treetops all at once. They take off altogether and fly erratically until they swoop down on another treetop or into the black bamboo.
Like a Skinny Crow
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Are they really so enlightened?
When they spread their darkness all around
Crushing creatives under foot
Oblivious to the pain they cause
They gather, and they celebrate
Making fun of deplorables who they hate
We are like a skinny crow
Scavenging in a parking lot
Wandering in a wilderness
of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt
Tearing at the morsels
Secured in those crumpled bags
Dodging tires than the drivers
No one seems to give a damn
I put on my spectacles
Only to see the spectacle
Of those who we trusted with our votes
Up to no good, selling us short
Got up the courage to ask them why
They said, “You fool, ungrateful guy
Everything we do is for your own good
We know what’s best, please go away
You must be grateful and do what we say”
We are like a skinny crow
Scavenging in a parking lot
Wandering in a wilderness
of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt
Tearing at the morsels
Secured in those crumpled bags
Dodging tires than the drivers
No one seems to give a damn
Spunk helping Laurie with her Chaucer research by reading the Caterbury Tails written by Chaucer’s cat Argos.
Eyes are upon you
Peeking through the heated grates
Caution Precaution
Ringo the Ring-neck Duck
“Damn! I hate it when that happens!”
Incoming
