Blue Grosbeak singing while watching the sunset
Blue Grosbeak in silhouette
June 7th Sunsets
Category: Rio Grande
Spunk Ears
Sunrise
Spunk with his ears
Three lumps = three beavers at dusk
Sunset
Dog Day and Cat Thing
Turn up the volume so you can listen to Freyja’s splashes
We took a long walk in the bosque this morning, and Freyja got to splash around in the Rio Grande, as you can see in the above video.
Glenda: “Whatcha makin’, Paparazzo?”
What might this pile of wood turn into?
Hmmm! It looks like a waterwheel. But what would we or the cats need a waterwheel for?
Oh! It looks like Marble is hiding something.
Marble: “It’s a Kittywheel! You stupid Paparazzo. You didn’t even know what you put together!
The Kittywheel on the deck with the cat tree.
Sasha thinks it’s quite comfy, but she hasn’t figured out that she’s supposed to walk on the Kittywheel.
Sunset
Teenagers
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.
Night Heron @ Sunset
Dr. Huey
Posing like he’s going to be on the cover of the Heron’s Quarterly.
Shaking it up
He has a featherdo like Mo of the Three Studges
Wynona Nose
Wynona
Assassin Bug
Walter And Willa Move South
Sandias at sunset
May’s Flower Moon in the clouds
Osric looking handsome
Willa looked like she had an itch to scratch
Will having a little trouble with her balance
Willa looking lovely
Nora Has dinner
Nora preparing dinner
Nora: “Oops! Looks like I dropped dinner. Sure Enough!” Walter: “I can’t believe you dropped dinner!”
Willa and Walter
Willa doing the Funky Chicken
Walter’s crash landing
Willa, being an Angel
Can you find Osric in the above photo?
Osric Owl
Can you find Willa and Walter in the above photo?
Sunset
Wynona Chewing On A Stick
Wynona. A big brown beaver.
Western Bluebird in silhouette
Round-eyed Devil
Sasha exercising
Ma ma ma, my peonies
Dusty Sandias
Tangle Heart Tree
Setting sun
Madge The Badge Is A Model
Sandias at sunset
We ran in David, one of our ditch bank buddies, on the way down to check on the owls. We saw him again on our way back, and he mentioned that he saw Madge the Badge and attempted to talk to her, but she slipped into her hole. When we got to Madge’s mound, we said, “Hey, Madge! It’s us. Are you coming out?” She popped her head up immediately, crawled out of her hole, and posed. Laurie asked her if she was a model, and she was like, “Duh! Isn’t it obvious?” She recognized our voices and came out to visit. She’s very intelligent. If you are wondering how I know Madge is a female. I don’t know what her sex is. I’m gendering her as a female because I like the name Madge the Badge.
“You called?”
I thought Madge was talking to us without making noise. But when I processed the photos, I could see she was chewing on something.
A Black Headed Grosbeak (top) and a female Western Tanager (bottom)
Black Headed Grosbeak
Female Western Tanager
Western Bluebird
I’m not sure what Osric Owl had in his talons, but it could be the tail feather of a Cooper’s Hawk.
Nora Owl was on her favorite perch.
Willa looked disgusted that Water was nowhere to be seen.
We hadn’t seen Wile E. in a while.
Walter Gets His Wings
When we checked on Walter and Willa tonight, all we could see was Willa. She was high in the tree, looking all around, hopping from limb to limb, climbing the trunk of the tree. She wore herself out, and Walter was nowhere to be seen. Willa laid down on the broken branch we first spotted her on, exhausted from her efforts. Then Walter flew in from another tree, all proud of himself. He was hopping and flying around, looking for Nora. They were ready for dinner.
Willa: “Hey, Paparazzo, do you see Walter anywhere?”
Walter flew in from another tree.
Willa: “Mama! I need dinner!”
As we were walking back, the badger made a mad dash from one hole to another hole. We stopped, and it came back out and listened to us for a bit. We were so close to it that I had to take a few steps back to get enough distance to focus on the badger.
Sunset
