Dr. Huey down the road.
Category: Roses
Roses
Night Heron @ Sunset
11th Annual Corrales Rose Society Dr. Huey Tour

Contrail from a different location



Visit my post on my Zenfolio blog from May 2015 to learn more about the annual Dr. Huey tours: The 2nd Annual Corrales Rose Society Dr. Huey Tour. Our first Dr. Heuy Tour was on May 26, 2014. We didn’t publicize the first one. My post that day was called Day For The Dead. We were worn out from running all over Corrales in inclement weather, finding Dr. Hueys. Now that we are older and we have enough Dr. Hueys in our gardens, we don’t feel the need to run all over Corrales looking for Dr. Hueys.




“Ahem! Don’t forget about Dr. Spunk! I might have to give you a Vulcat nerve pinch, you stupid paparazzo!”

Sunset

We saw Daddy Owl from the nest that used to be south of us.
Bark You Can Bite
Out Of Darkness
Wynona Nose
Wynona Chewing On A Stick
A Few Flowers
Snuggle Kitties

Gwendolyn and Loki












Jumping spider



Loki was thinking when Cater Mortis set in. Luckily, he snapped out of it. That was close, Loki!


Iris before and after Laurie whacked back Dr Huey. Dr. Huey was getting out of hand with long canes that were getting blown around and breaking the iris.
Resa looked up American Badgers and discovered they are on the endangered species list. Tristan said that’s because they are dangerous, mean, and grumpy. Craig piped in, “They will eat your face off!” I told them our badger is sweet. She said that the Cheo in the Badger recognized the Cheo in me, so it saw me as another mean and grumpy badger. There are advantages to being a mean and grumpy curmudgeon (Cheo).
We saw the badger again tonight. It listened to us for a few minutes, decided we weren’t a threat, and headed off to the apple orchard to hunt gophers. I photographed it with my phone because I had forgotten to check the batteries on the Bazooka’s camera body. Stupid paparazzo, as the critters like to say.







Close to sunset
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







































































