Happy Easter! Glenda showed her respect by lying down with the bunny and the lamb.
Osric is a wily old owl. He misled me on where I suspected Nora Owl and the owlets might be. Last night I walked down to see Osric after sundown.
After a good been of negotiation between us, Osric flew over to a tree on the other side of the tree where I thought Nora and the Owlets might be.
Nora came out of a tree closer to the ditch bank, and an owlet popped its little head up. I was so close to them, I couldn’t get Nora into the frame using the Bazooka.
Nora took off before I could change cameras, and the owlet looked up as Mama silently flew away.
Two little owlets stared at me from the nest. Happy Easter Owls!
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.
It’s been a while since I recorded a new parody. Laurie suggested I write a parody of Elton John’s Benny And The Jets and call it Timmy And The Cats. So I did. And here it is.
Timmy and the Cats Music by Eton John Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price
Hey Cats, Beaker shakes loose feathers You’re scratching on something That was known as my black leathers You’ll kill a big fat mouse tonight, leaving it around I’m gonna hear kitties purring, hissing, solid scratching sound
So, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Hey Cats, even though you are wage-less You’re all so whiney, but Timmy makes it painless You’ll all survive, Timmy will make you something out of wood Where you fight with our parrots out on the sheets To find who’s bad and who’s good
So Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Say, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh whoa T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
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One night close to bedtime about three months ago, Spunk came running in from the catio. As he tore by me at full speed, I caught the full-on aroma of what had happened. Spunk got sprayed by a skunk that had slipped through the wire into the catio. Skunks are like snakes in that they can squeeze their bodies through almost anything their head fits through. A small skunk can easily slip through the 2×4 inch wire that covers the catio. After we got Spunk cleaned up the best we could, he had to sleep with me while he cleaned himself up during the night. He didn’t smell by morning, but when we went to bed, he was ripe with skunk spray. The experience inspired me to write and record Sleeping With A Stinky Cat. The song is played in a funk style.
Sleeping With A Stinky Cat By Timothy Price
Spunk met a skunk, yeah In the catio, no Got a blast in the face Oh that sent him on a race
He ran around the house like the devil on his tail Stinking up the place making everyone’s life hell
Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat Spunk needed comfort after the attack Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat My eyes are burning oh, Spunk is such a brat Lying on the bed, curled in a ball Sleeping with a stinky cat is no fun at all
I wiped his face, yeah Wrapped him in a towel, oh We rinsed his eyes at best Trying to reduce the stress
Spunk struggled, and he hissed, used his claws and fangs no less Scratches, bites to end the stress, I ended up a bloody mess
Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat Spunk needed comfort after the attack Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat My eyes are burning oh, Spunk is such a brat Lying on the bed, Spunk curled in a ball Sleeping with a stinky cat is no fun at all
Off Center & Not Even 