A Skeleton Staff

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

Another Rainbow

“Hey Loki Loki Loki! Hey Loki Loki Loki!” “I say there! You, you’re like bothering me, Glenda Girl.”

“You get where I’m coming from, Glenda Girl?”
She can’t talk with her mouth full, Loki!
“Stupid Paparazzo! I can’t take it. I just can’t bear to look! Or is it bare to look? Or a bare look! It’s like that age-old kitty conundrum, ‘Do you bare your soul or bear your soul?’ Maybe it’s like if you have a hot soul, you bare it, and if you have a grizzly soul, you bear it. Again, I can’t bear or bare it. I’m so confused.”

Zipper Season

High winds from this storm last night broke a huge branch off Teagan’s tree, pulled the lower powerline to within inches of our fence, and the lines started arching in the trees. My neighbor alerted me of the problem early this morning. Fire department staff stood out and watched the cottonwoods south of the broken branch catching fire and going out from the arcing powerline into late afternoon before the tree trimmers showed up to cut the tree back.

The branch is on the right. It’s hard to see between the irrigation ditch and our fence in the bamboo. The branch is about 12 inches (30.48 cm) thick.

A zipper spider blocked one of the deck doors last night. She had packed up and moved on when I checked on her this morning.

Closeup of a zipper spider between Iceberg Rose and the corner of the deck.

Bromiliad

Mid-morning

Skinny Mantis

Spunk grooming Marble

Sunset