Yesterday we had clouds running amok through the skies with our painter scrambling to keep her colors from blowing away with the winds. Today ¡Nada! Not a cloud in the sky. However, our ever clever painter brushed the Sandias with pink, then she threw a spray of ocher that turned into lavender, purples, and blues as it spread from the horizon into the sky.
Our painter picks her colors from sunbursts.
Mama Owl watches as our painter makes her magic.
Looking west @ 5:31 pm February 10, 2021
Mama Owl @ 4:23 pm February 10, 2021
Looking south @ 5:42 pm February 10, 2021
Cranes @ 5:44 pm February 10, 2021
Looking east @ 5:45 pm February 10, 2021
pTerodactyl with ducks doing vespers prayers. 5:53 pm February 10, 2021
Looking west @ 6:01 pm February 10, 2021
The 11th is the new moon, but this is the last moonrise of the first moon of 2021 that I will see.
5% waning crescent moon 6:15 am February 9, 2021.
Pensive owl
The second to the last moon before the new moon.
18% waning crescent moon 6:25 am February 8, 2021.
X marks the spot
View from South Bend at 5:20 pm tonight.
Owls with their ear tufts blowing in the wind this afternoon.
“Suffering succotash! Do I see birds?”
18% waning crescent moon February 7, 2021
“What’s that title? Alliteration on steroids?”
“Hey! Paparazzo! Incoming!”
“There’s the Tangle Heart Tree.”
“Here goes. Geronimo!”
Tree got in the way.
Nice landing. “Thanks!”
pTerodactyl on the Tangle Heart Tree.
Is that a branch or are you happy to see me?
“It’s a branch, Paparazzo. Get your mind out of the drainage ditch!”
“Oops! Don’t mind me. Just flying by.”
Tommee Towhee was hopping from branch to branch having Russian olives for breakfast.
A quarter moon with Swiss crater-style cheese, please. 25.4% waning crescent February 6, 2021.
Splash landing at dusk
“Non che male! Almost as good as ‘Diving @ Dusk’!”
35.1% waning crescent moon 6:15 am February 5, 2021.
Owl diving at dusk
Talented talons
It’s half the moon it used to be. 46.6% Waning Crescent 6:19 am February 4, 2021.
Muskrat
Mama
68.3% Waning Gibbous behind a thin layer of clouds at 6:05 am February 2, 2021.
We have a real mystery on our hands with the mess left at the back door of the office. I’ll put the blame on La Llorona since there is an old acequia that runs under the parking lot about 50 feet from this mess.
“Don’t look at me! I didn’t eat no stinking human!”
78.9% Waning Gibbous. 6:15 am February 1, 2021.
Off Center & Not Even 