
Scoopy tried the Scoopcan mind-meld with Jake at dawn.
Played mind games at dawn
Mind meld and transporter failed
Held fast to the beach

Scoopy tried to abscond with Jake to another dimension.

Scoopy: “I have your back, Jake!”

Another Twilight

Cranes in the shallows

Waining Snow Moon reflecting on iced river

Il Paparazzo’s long shadow from the waning Snow Moon waked Scoopy from his slumber on the frozen beach.

Scoopy gave Jake a hug! ♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2 = Shovels (spades) need love, too!

Mist on the river. It was 22º F (-5.6º C) this morning.



Black-laced tree at the Winter Moon. Black-laced tree at dusk.

Spunk, Gwendolyn and Silver




Daddy Owl

Sunrise

WiFi symbol in the snow
After making a WiFi symbol in the snow by opening the gate to the ditch, it reminded me of my mispent youth back in the 20th century, when us boys peed our names in the snow, while the girls made snow angels. Any of us whose snow monikers were in our girlfriends’ handwriting were like super groovy back then. A snow WiFi symbol seems fitting for our 21st-century tech.

Sandias at noon







Sandias at 1:00 pm

Spunk in the catio
Silly Spunk

This is the best tree when it snows

Laurie got Jake happily running in the snow.
GIF by Laurie
While Jakes was out running around, the cats lined up on the bed to nap, with the odd cat out.

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.


