Goosey Dawn
Crow
Beavers have been taking care of business dragging willows to the river.
Coyote: “Is that Wynona taking care of beaver business I spy?”
Wynona taking care of beaver business
Wynona: “Take that stupid coyote and paparazzo!”
Handsome Coyote
Vato was hanging out on the fridge when I dropped by to pick up Jake
Spunk
Silver
No clouds dusk
Venus
Duck paddling around in the golden light of dawn
A fat coyote at dawn
Glenda
Wild contrail sunset
Sunset from east, south to west
Silver
Twilight
Scoopy was scooped into another dimension. All I got was an abstract blur as he was scooped up into the nether. Bye Scoopy. We’ll miss you.
Coyote @ Dawn
Synchronized sleeping in
Dusk
Twilight
Herbie: “Hey Ralph! let’s see if we can find some kitty!”
Ralph: “I have some business to attent to first!
Herbie: “What do you mean, ‘Business to attend to?'”
Ralph: “I have to go ‘potty’ as the human’s say!”
Herbie: “Oh wow man! OK! Hurry up.”
Ralph: “Hey Herbie! Check it out, man! It’s a real masterpiece!”
Herbie: “Hey Ralph! Quit kicking dirt in my face!”
Ralph: “Hahahaha! Eat my dust, Herbie!”
*Reminiscent of Cheech & Chong’s “Ralph & Herbie” on their “Big Bambú” albumn, 1972.
Spunk: “You and the coyotes have gone too far with that crappy ripoff from Cheech & Chong. Those coyotes are uncreative, creepy characters with nothing but kitties on their twisted little minds. And you! You’re a sicko, pathetic, perverted paparazzo! I’m so embarrassed I’m crawling into a bean sack so I don’t have to look at you!”
Jake: “I think Ralph and Herbie are hilarious. I love crappy, mucus humor! You’re just an old sourpuss, Spunk! Lighten up a little and enjoy some lo-fi canine humor!”
Spunk: “At least my masterpieces are really Art! Unlike Ralph’s crap.”
Gwendolyn: “Hey, Spunk! Remember that I contributed to your latest masterpiece.”
Dusk
Spunk
pTerodactyl in th mist
Marble
Another portal
Gwendolyn
Wile E. Coyote
Jake
Moonsise last night
Lavender Twilight
The coyote was barely visible in the twilight
Spunk
Sunset
Coyotes at dusk
Well! Five point seven/eights miles to be more precise. While it’s only a mile and a half between mile marks as the river flows, and the treks to the river and back, plus all the winding around on different paths in the bosque added up. This was the longest walk Jake has made with me since he moved in.
One
Beaver point is at the 194.5 mile mark
Surprisingly, I saw a dragonfly. The temperature was around 48º F (~9º C).
Two
Bushwacking on our way to Three
Three. A couple of dragonflies lying eggs in the shallows.
Four
On the way to Five
Five
Six
The Portal to Seven. Seems all portals look the same!
Seven
Jake recharged his pee-shoot in the Rio Grande by a cocklebur bush at the 194-mile marker.
Eight
Søren seemed impressed. Or not!
Spunk: “Why take a stinking 6-mile walk in the bosque when you can lounge in fresh-dried underwear?”
Silver: “Whoa! I can’t beieve you made Jake walk that far!”
Jake was a little slow after his long mile, and got caught in the skeeter net again.
A couple of women were walking five dogs and let two loose to chase the coyotes. Jake was not happy about those dogs chasing his coyote pals.
Coyotes with cranes overhead
Dusk from the spot where photo Two was taken.
Just the facts, Paparazzo! Just the facts.
Sunrise
Coyote was on a mission
Incoming cranes (click on images to enlarge)
Morning Glory hiding from the frost
Silver, Gwendolyn, Sasha, Sheep, Bunny
America Rose
Night Sky
Spunk Art @ 5:00 AM
Mysty dawn
Coyote was doing a weird stretch this morning
We may have awakened him
That felt good!
The cranes are collecting
Silver trying to teach an early morning cat class.
Silver gave up on the cat class, and gave into the summoning sunrise.
Almost sunset
Jake: “Ah, hmm! Hey, paparazzo, when are we going back inside so you can feed me?”
Off Center & Not Even 