The wind blew away the color this morning
Silver: “Hey, Loki! Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki! Hey, Loki! Hey, Loki! Hey, Loki! Hey, Loki! Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki!”
Glenda, Spunk, Silver, and Loki waiting for Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn: “Okay! Here I am! The Jugger Not Band meeting can begin!”
“Well? Well?”
“Calling a Jugger Not Band meeting to order is like herding cats!”
Sasha sacked out
Red sky at morning. High wind warning
That saying is true for today. We still have high winds, as I type.
The irrigation ditch is dry.
A funny thing happened on the way to the blogosphere. Brad and I were discussing birds wishing paparazzi get struck by lightning. I noticed that all the irrigation ditches have had no water in them in the past few days, even though the river is running higher. The birds’ wishes missed the paparazzi and zapped the irrigation pumps instead. I got a text from the Mayorodomo that the irrigation pumps were down due to being struck by lightning.
Doesn’t take long to get dry, cracked earth in a dry and windy environment.
Nora Owl was secure in her nest, but we did not see Orsic Owl this afternoon.
Rough water on the Rio Grande
Puddle ducks blown up against the bank by the high winds.
Wind making waves on the water.
T=Towers
Dual dragons driving their way through the wind.
Dusty pink at sunset
Dusk
Sandias and Rio Grande at noon
Glenda
Marble the camo kitting dirtbagging. Click on her photos to enlarge.
Sasha enjoying a pleasant afternoon
Dawn
pTerodactyl on a paddleboard at dusk
Dusk
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?”
Contrail Cross
Some of you might remember that three years ago to the day, I posted Wood Dack Daze with a music video. Today, I give you Wood Ducks without a music video (I feel sighs of relief).
Click on the photos to enlarge them.
Ducks at dusk
The Big Dipper are 9:30 PM and 6:00 AM
Orian and company at 9:30 PM and stars at 6:00 AM
Bridge and clouds taken on my ride this evening.
A little color at sunset
Mostly blue skies all day.
“Put down that camera and top off the jug, Paparazzo!”
The great jug standoff.
I thought this was a cute little Tit, but my Bird ID said it’s a Canyon Towhee.
“I see you don’t know your Tits from a Towhee! Stupid Paparazzo!”
“It’s like, Duh!”
Plum blossoms.
Honeybee on plum blossoms
One of many tree roots of all evil lying in wait to trip people running in the bosque was calling Brian’s name. “¿Dónde está Brian? ¡Ven y tropieza conmigo!”
Dawn
Noon
Afternoon
Bloomin’ Blooms
No cranes
A lone crane flew in
Can you find the lone crane in this photo?
It’s on the rocks!
No red on the Sandias tonight
A gang of scrawny-looking teenagers at Fourth of July Point. They probably fell behind and were left on their own to make their way north.
Five cranes flew over the teenage crane’s cuckoo’s nest
Sunset
pTerodactyl in the Twilight
Half moon in Susan’s Tree at dawn.
Fewer cranes tonight and more teenage-sized cranes.
“Okay, Kidz! Walk this way!”
Things were ducky at sunset.
