
Dawn

Sunrise
Where is the front door
Deliveries can’t find it
Flowers everywhere

Late afternoon

Sunset

You know I was a nitty-gritty baby
When my mama would toss me in the cradle
In those old Lava fields back home
It was down around Albuquerque
I was nursing on Wild Turkey
In those old lava fields back home

Rock Wren




Western Kingbird





Curve-billed Thrasher



Señor Thrasher seems to have an underbite.

House Finches

Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals and CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
The lyrics for the song are adapted from a poem I wrote in 2017 when we had nine cats:
We enter the age of Aquarius
Clawing at the cuffs of Heaven
Fluorine feline in the household
A clowder of kitties
Infested
Novem gatti
Fruits of the Spirit
Nine worthies, three of each
But who can say which
Pagans, Christians, Jews?
All piled together
Napping nonagon de gnari
Like the symphonies of Beethoven
Each plays their way
Into our hearts

A naping nonagon de gnari. CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
The poem is all about Nine:
Nine is said to be lucky in Aquarius, and nine is believed to symbolize divine completeness. Fluorine is the atomic number nine, a clowder is a group of cats, and there are nine fruits of the Spirit. Jacques de Longuyon wrote “Voeux du Paon”, a popular 14th-century romance, where he introduced the “Nine Worthies”— three Pagans, three Christians, and three Jews: Hector, Alexander the Great, and Julius Caesar; King Arthur, Charlemagne, and Godfrey of Bouillon; Joshua, David, and Judas Maccabeus — who were historical, legendary and scriptural figures that characterized the ideals of chivalry in the Middle Ages. A nonagon is a nine-sided polygon, and Beethoven wrote nine symphonies.
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa.
By Timothy Price
[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Verse 1]
As we enter
The Age of Aquarius
Clawing at
The cuffs of Heaven
A flock of feline
In the household
Or are they called
A clowder of cats?
[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Verse 2]
Nove gatti
Fruits of the Spirit
Nine worthies
Three of each
But who can say
which they might be
Pagans, Christians
Or the Jews?
[Bridge]
All piled together
One atop the other
A naping nonagon de gnari
Or you can say
But say it with conviction
Nine cats napping
In a pile
[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Outro]
Like nine
Symphonies
Roll over
Beethoven
Each plays
Their way
Into
Our hearts