
Sunrise



Spunk with his ears

Three lumps = three beavers at dusk

Sunset

You know I was a nitty-gritty baby
When my mama would toss me in the cradle
In those old Lava fields back home
It was down around Albuquerque
I was nursing on Wild Turkey
In those old lava fields back home

Rock Wren




Western Kingbird





Curve-billed Thrasher



Señor Thrasher seems to have an underbite.

House Finches

Turn up the volume so you can listen to Freyja’s splashes
We took a long walk in the bosque this morning, and Freyja got to splash around in the Rio Grande, as you can see in the above video.
Glenda: “Whatcha makin’, Paparazzo?”

What might this pile of wood turn into?






Hmmm! It looks like a waterwheel. But what would we or the cats need a waterwheel for?

Oh! It looks like Marble is hiding something.

Marble: “It’s a Kittywheel! You stupid Paparazzo. You didn’t even know what you put together!
The Kittywheel on the deck with the cat tree.

Sasha thinks it’s quite comfy, but she hasn’t figured out that she’s supposed to walk on the Kittywheel.

Sunset

Contrail from a different location



Visit my post on my Zenfolio blog from May 2015 to learn more about the annual Dr. Huey tours: The 2nd Annual Corrales Rose Society Dr. Huey Tour. Our first Dr. Heuy Tour was on May 26, 2014. We didn’t publicize the first one. My post that day was called Day For The Dead. We were worn out from running all over Corrales in inclement weather, finding Dr. Hueys. Now that we are older and we have enough Dr. Hueys in our gardens, we don’t feel the need to run all over Corrales looking for Dr. Hueys.




“Ahem! Don’t forget about Dr. Spunk! I might have to give you a Vulcat nerve pinch, you stupid paparazzo!”

Sunset

We saw Daddy Owl from the nest that used to be south of us.