Pre-dawn
Dawn
“Work your fingers to the bone. What do you get? Bony fingers!” Hoyt Wayne Axton and Renee Eugenie Armand: https://youtu.be/7MBaGjVdaIk?si=Z-bMtpu1fyNUirYx
Staff are so hard to find these days. Vanessa dug up a skeleton for us—one benefit of having a graveyard down the road. While not the most productive staff, skeletons are good at mindless tasks.
Sasha showing her Greek Yogurt Goddess Eyes (thanks, Couriers).
Almost sunset
Dusk
Sasha
Snuggle kitties
Loki’s Greek Yorgurt eyes. Plain, nonfat, and organic, nonetheless!
Pre-dawn
Dawn
Inside and outside
Cats, open doors, all the same
Temperature, too
Marble
Sandias
Cheese line
Fallen trees
Spunk & Glenda
Old burn
Sturgeon Moon on the set
Spunk, Sasha, Silver
Soft Sturgeon Moon
Søren, Loki, Beaker
Dahlias
Gwendolyn, Marble, Glenda
Afternoon thunderheads over Resa’s Tree
Dawn
Spunk
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Sasha
Glenda
Sunset
Dawn
Sunrise
Loki: “Mirror? Mirror? Look at me! Please make Marble leave me cheez!”
“Hmmm! I think the Mirror might need a reboot or given the boot!”
Sunrise through Resa’s Tree
Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower
Spunk asleep at the wheel.
Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.
I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.
Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.
Spunk gloving
Sunset
Cheetah in the clouds
Remnants of a thunderstorm that hammered us with 0.41 inches of rain in 30 minutes yesterday afternoon. So far we have received 0.82 inches of rain this July. That is exactly 0.82 inches more rain than we got last July.
Sunday’s Sunrise
Holy Pholage of Silver and Sasha. “100% Guaranteed Performance”
Lonesome Sunflower
Glenda
Sunset
Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.
Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”
Breast Cancer Rose
Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”
Line of cats
Thunderstorm
Off Center & Not Even 