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Daddy Owl has been working hard watching over and feeding Mama Owl while she sits on her eggs.
He was nodding off this afternoon.
ZZZZZZZ
“I was not nodding off! I had an itch I needed to scratch. Stupid Paparazzo!”
Daddy Owl was up a little higher on a new perch tonight that has a really good view of Mama Owl on the nest.
Dawn on daylight savings time
A pair of Wood Ducks in water.
Crazy clouds just before sunset on daylight savings time.
Daddy Owl looking jolly on his new perch overlooking Mama Owl.
Crazy clouds just before sunset with various faces and critters.
Another beautiful dawn
Spunk took the Duluth catalog ad literally
Wild clouds at sunset behind Christine’s tree on the right.
Morning clouds at dawn
Sandhill Crane doing a swan dive @ 5:00. “Banzai!”
Sunset
Flaming clouds left by the ghost mousies flying by.
Put on your headphones, turn up your sound. Enjoy!
Parody lyrics: Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene. Vocals: Timothy Price. Music: Johnny Cash.
Spunk facing off with a mortal mousie.
Whirlybird with a game warden looking for a coyote that attacked a runner.
Daddy Owl: “¡No me gustan los whirlybirds! ¡A mí tampoco me gustan los coyotes!“
Flicker: “Whirlybird? Is that what that thing is called?”
Mama Owl: “Stupid coyotes! Stupid whirlybird!”
I thought the doves flew up out of the cottonwood because of the helicopter.
But a second look revealed a Cooper’s Hawk had flown up in the tree where the doves were perched.
“It’s a bird! It’s a plane! IT’S a WHIRLYBIRD! Stupid coyotes!”
Blow up of Mr. Cooper.
Whirlybird hovering before flying south. A crane flying north.
Mr. Cooper flew north to another tree.
Mama Owl: “That’s better now that the whirlybird has flown south!”
Clouds at dawn looking north.
Daddy Owl: “Mucho mejor sin el whirlybird.”
Like a sunset at sunrise looking southwest.
Leo was a cat everyone would like to have had, and he was a cat for everyone. Sadly, Leo passed on today at the age of 14. The last couple of years he had to deal with a hyperthyroid, and Tristan did a very good job of diagnosing his condition and treating him with drugs prescribed by our vet. But like our Najar and Lola before him, Leo finally succumbed to his chronic condition. But his first 12 years were full of fun and vitality. Not only was Leo a super-loving kitty, he always had something to say about most everything. You can check out this post from 2012 called Leo Sez: https://wp.me/p1yQyy-102. We all loved Leo so much. We miss him greatly.
Leo puzzled over why on earth Tristan would take a shower and get all wet. Doesn’t she know to go outside, roll in the dirt and then lick herself clean?
Leo tested out the security of the door into the common area between the bedrooms.
Leo the lover boy.
Leo would listen…
Give you cute eyes…
…and then tell you what he thought about it.
Leo loved to play. Even when he was not feeling well he would not turn down a good round of play.
Clouds blowing over the Sandias before sunset.
The sun’s last attempt to shine through the clouds before slipping below the horizon.
Mama Owl and Daddy Owl looking gray back to their favorite spot.
“I’m Silver, not Gray” You’re really quite gray Silver.
Black and white of snow under dawn’s dark light turns to snow black and white under a dark street light.
Cranes fly into darkness in the sun’s waning light.
Clouds break up over the Rio Grande and the snow-covered Sandias.
Mama Owl and Daddy Owl perched in a different tree.
Crows fly in the final light of dusk.
The pTerodactyl reflects in the darkness.
Off Center & Not Even 