Hard Frost

When Jake and I left for our walk at 6:45 a.m., the temperature was 25º F (-3.9º C). When we got back home 55 minutes later, the temperature had dropped to 24º F (-4.4º C). We had been getting light frost for the past two weeks. This morning was the first hard frost.

Marble trying to warm herself in the cold sunrise

Our Burning Bush

Jake under half moon at sunset

Spunk lying on my lap in front of the fireplace in the library

A Bit Of A Stretch

Night Sky

Spunk Art @ 5:00 AM

Mysty dawn

Coyote was doing a weird stretch this morning

We may have awakened him

That felt good!

The cranes are collecting

Silver trying to teach an early morning cat class.

Silver gave up on the cat class, and gave into the summoning sunrise.

Almost sunset

Jake: “Ah, hmm! Hey, paparazzo, when are we going back inside so you can feed me?”

The Long Way Home

Dawn

Our walk at dawn, a sniff and pee for Jake, took much longer than normal this morning because of colors, critters, and a different route home that introduced Jake to an overwhelming variety of new smells and tumbleweeds to pee on.

Daddy Owl

Geese

A coyote following us

We had to stop and play with our Three Amigos

Intense oranges at dawn

A rather gray sunset

Sleeping in Past Sunrise

Freezing temperatures and a higher river level produced more fog this morning.

A more colorful dawn

While Jake and I were out walking in freezing temperatures at daybreak, the cats were still asleep on the bed when we got back before sunrise. They were still sleeping in after sunrise.

Marble says one of many advantages she has over being a dog is that she can sleep in while the dog and stupid paparazzo have to go on a walk in the freezing cold.

Sunset

Foggy Bottom

Pre-dawn with Venus on the right.

Pre-dawn with Venus barely visible above the Sandias.

Dawn breaking, showing the fog rising off the river.

Daddy Owl hooting at the orange dawn.

Foggy Bottom

Left to right: Glenda, Loki, Gwendolyn. Silver in the back.

Sunset

Box Hugger

The river was up about two feet at dawn

Glenda

Spunk hugging boxes I broke down trying to keep me from taking them out.

The box hugger was holding his cardboard

Loki

A shot of Sandhill Cranes on a fly-by

Pssst! Hey you! Yeah, you, Paparazzo! Have any wire cutters you could spare?

Sunset