♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2

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

Snow WiFi

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.

Jake in Jail

Scoop shovel saga update: Old Scoopy had gone missing for a couple of days after Sasquatch left by way of the portal. I presume Scoopy was out looking for Sasquatch. I found him standing next to a sad seedling that’s tied to a post and wrapped in chicken wire.

Jake in jail

The Longest Mile

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.