Eye Of Owlet

Sunrise

Whoot are you?

Owlet peeking out at the paparazzi. There was another photographer checking on the owlets.

Osric Owl’s ear tufts blowing in the wind.

Osric Owl watching a couple wth three dogs walking under his perch. He was only 10 feet above them.

The moon the day before yesterday and today.

Sunset

Dirtbag

Moon at dawn

Sasha heard our nephew is a “Dirtbag,” and she thought that sounded great and got all dirty in solidarity. Our nephew drives around the country Bouldering, a type of rock climbing.

Sasha refilling to bring more leaves and dirt into the house.

Sasha can be clean and cute.

Partly cloudy, on the warm side of cool (73ºF, 22.8ºC), and windy this afternoon.

Where’s Nora?

Almost Worm Moon setting at dawn. The full moon is tonight, but it’s blocked by clouds at the moment.

Can you find Nora Owl?

Is that a stupid paparazzo standing on the ditch bank pointing a bazooka at us?

Psst! Don’t look now, but there’s a stupid paparazzo shooting us with a bazooka!

Kiss me, you fool!

Umph! Mo motos mit ma moth mull!

We had intermittent storms with icy winds this afternoon. The wind was biting when I walked down to check on Nora.

Sunset

Blow Me Down

The wind started blowing hard at 8:00 PM last night and didn’t let up until 7:00 PM this evening.

A wave of clouds crashing over the Sandias this evening.

“Hey, Paparazzo! We need the jug topped off!”

“Know you don’t, Silver!”

“Hey! What’s up with you, Loki?”

“Oh Lord, hear my prayer. May Loki do a little choki!”

“Keep looking the other way, Loki!”

“Hahahaha! You got your tongue stuck, Silver?”