Category: Owls

Eye Of Owl

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Dusk colors on our way to check on the owls

While it was too dark to see in the nest with the naked eye, my iPhone’s LiDAR was able to see Nora Owl in the nest giving me the eye. I assume she was feeding the owlettes that we have not seen yet.

Clear & 80

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Not a cloud in the sky

Silver

Gwendoly being a round-eyed devil

Loki giving Jake Mad Dogs

Nora Owl waiting for Osric Owl to finish grocery shopping and bring dinner

Can you find Nora Owl?

We’ve been checking the owl’s nest, but have not seen owlets yet.

Irrigating the apple orchard north of us.

Wañusqakunamanta

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WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.

Wañusqakunamanta*
By Timothy Price

Sacrificed
To the gods
Drown in the madness of his name

Smell of the dead
And their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Of the dead and their sins

Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos
I can’t feel the sea on Arkos

Embrace the truth
And shake us free
Make us free to rise in the end

Meet a person
Of great heart
In custody to persevere

But the devil’s in the way
Yes, the devil’s in the way
Why’s the devil’s in the way

He digs down to the core
To the flesh
And
To the bones

V for Venus

Cranes couldn’t care less

Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot

Sandias @ the Beach

*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.

Teenagers

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Thunderheads were building up in the distance.

While Nora Owl and Willa were having a beak-to-beak in a corral, Walter flew in.

“Banzai!”

Nora Owl: “We don’t want to see your willy Walter! Cut it out.” Walter: “But Mama!”

Willa: “Mama! He’s still doing it.” Nora Owl: “WALTER! How many times do I have to tell you?”

Walter sneaked up on Nora Owl and Willa.

“SURPRIZE! Ahahahaha!

Nora Owl: “WALTER! YOU JERK! You kids are impossible. I’m out of here!” Willa: “NO! Mama! Don’t leave me with Walter!” Walter: “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Take a good look, Willa!”

A bovine Cowwow at sunset.