No fuzzy heads tonight, but Mama Owl got a new, spikey featherdo.
Sparrow on a waterfall.
Swarm of goldfish
New Featherdo
Category: Great Horned owls
Cross-Eyed Mama
Mama Owl was giving me a cross-eyed look. She had a little surprise for me.
I told Daddy Owl I made my 666-day streak in Duo Lingo. He looked rather devilish in my honor.
Top of a fuzzy head to ya! A little fuzzy head was popping up next to Mama Owl. Not long before we will see a fuzzy little face peeking over the edge of the nest.
Seven Moons
Moon rising over waves of clouds this afternoon.
Moon on the 6th, 7th, 9th, 10th, 11th & 12th of April.
Surfing A Contrail
Venus, Mars, Saturn, and two stars were nicely aligned this morning. On the 25th at 5:30 am, Jupiter, Neptune, Venus, Mars, and Saturn will be lined up similar to this morning. However, It might be too light for me to see Mars and Saturn at 5:30 am on the 25th. I’ll see.
The moon was surfing a contrail this afternoon.
Buddy in a meeting this afternoon.
Wild clouds moved through.
Daddy Owl holding tight in the wind. Mama Owl’s ear tufts lit up.
Sunset with the moon
Converging contrails at sunset.
Cormorant Quartet
Clear morning with Venus, Mars, and Saturn
One Cormorant turned into three Cormorants turned into four.
Cormorants are silly birds
Daddy Owl keeping an eye on Mama Owl
Cloudy afternoon
Flicka Dahling
A flicker stayed still long enough for me to photograph him.
Mama Owl peeking over the edge.
Daddy Owl preening and proud of it.
Peek-a-Daddy-Owl-Boo. What’s up, Daddy Owl?
Talons
Hanging on in the wind
Tuff Tufts
SVOCPS
Sandias
Vulture
Owl
Coyotes
pTerodactyl
Sparrows
C&H Worm Moon
The Worm Moon, AKA The Sugar Moon, rose behind the towers on the Sandias tonight.
Dawn At Work
7:00 am (formerly known as 6:00 am) at the office. The sky was wild.
5:00 pm (formerly known as 4:00 pm) when I got home from work. The sky was wild.
6:20 pm (formerly known as 5:20 pm), the almost full March Moon, AKA Worm Moon, would have been rising over the mountains. No moon, but the sky was wild.
Tangle Heart Tree pinching March Clouds.
A wild sky over the Rio Grande and Sandias. The cranes are gone.
When I walked out to Fourth of July Point where I took the above photo, I didn’t see or hear D Wowl. On my way back I heard D Wowl hoot from one of his trees between the clearwater ditch and the irrigation ditch. I couldn’t see him in the darkness, so I called out “Where are you Daddy Owl?” He flew out of the tree and landed on a branch next to me. He didn’t say a word, simply posed. I told him that I had posted photos of him two nights in a row and that everyone was going to get tired of seeing him. I don’t think he believed me.
I continued walking north, and I made a side trip to Beaver Point. D Wowl flew to one of his favorite perches near Beaver Point as I walked by.
Off Center & Not Even 