Cranes flew over our Cuckoo’s Nest at dawn
Sunset through the finer wire on the Sally Port
Cats don’t close the door
Gotta keep the birds inside
Had to add fine wire
Smoking hutch
Daddy Longlegs
Cows in the dusty dusk
Sliver Moon with jet and contrail
Steaming hot mushrooms
Spunk worn out after boxing books
Black Lace Trees at sunset
Crescent Moon and Venus were in the Tangle Heart Tree tonight.
The above video is of cranes landing on the opposite side of the Rio Grande and then wading into the river at the end of the video. Turn up the volume so you can hear the cranes.
Gwendolyn and Silver
Crescent Moon and Venus in Black Lace Trees.
Alignment of Saturn in the top left (barely visible), Crescent Moon, and Venus in the lower right.
Marble peeking out to see if Twenty Twenty-five looks safe!
Jeez, you all! Twenty Twenty-five kinda looks the same as 2024!
Belafonte danced in celebration of Twenty-Twenty-five.
Silver: Twenty-twenty-five? I think I feel that way in kitty age!
Glenda: I thought it was Twenty Twenty-five & Six Two Four or something like that?
Jack Sparrow had something to say about Twenty Twenty-five, but he forgot what it was.
Spunk: It’s Twenty Twenty-five, and what do we all get? Another year older and a whole lot of crap!
Marble: Twenty Twenty-five seems sorta safe now that the poor old, pathetic, poopy patrol paparazzo and the other bipeds have eaten their black-eyed peas!
Jake: Twenty Twenty-five? Does that mean more T&A*?
*Treats & Attention.
The clouds were cool at sunrise on the last morning of 2024.
Marble has a drinking problem.
The last sunset of 2024. Not a cloud in the sky.
Twenty-four cranes waiting for ’25.
Sunset
Jack Sparrow taken with my new iPhone 16
Silver, Glenda, Gwendolyn
Sandias @ Sunset
Cranes under a purple sky
Spunk playing with his tail in his performance art piece called Tell Tale Tail.
Cranes flying to the Rio Grande at dusk
Cranes in the Rio Grande at dusk
Gwendolyn
Venus in the Tangle Heart Tree with birds on the skyline at dusk.
Chritmas Cranes
Jake waiting to go to grandma’s for Christmas
Traditional, handmade smokers made by German craftsmen that Tristan sent from Germany.
Angry Beaver Curmudgeon Claus
Dogo Claus
Cute Angry Beaver Claus
Resa’s Tree with whipped cream on top.
Since we’ve adopted Jake, I spend a lot of time carrying little green bags of dog poop around with me when we are out on walks. The old song “Little Green Bag” by the Dutch band George Baker Selection came to mind one day, so I wrote parody lyrics about those little green bags of dog poop. I recorded the parody, and Jake and I made the above music video.
Silver: “It’s your own fault for adopting a dog. Pathetic poopy paparazzo!”
Gwendolyn: “Whoa! You really pick up that crap? At least with us kitties, you use a slotted scoop to clean the kitty litter.”
Spunk: “Well, pathetic poopy paparazzo. Your doggedness has done you in!”
While I’m off work for the holidays, Jake misses his ride to and from the office every day. He goes outside and sits by my car, waiting to go to work. When we don’t go to the office, he acts disappointed, so I’ve started taking Jake for a ride in the car every day while I’m on vacation. Today we came across a cluck of cranes.
…and birdie. Belafonte getting his morning buzz!
Spunk needed coffee
Marble was wired
Loki enjoying a caffeine buzz
A different view
Gwendolyn, a classic caffeinated kitty
Silver doesn’t need any stinking caffeine!
Sasha caught licking coffee off her paw.
Glenda and the bunny are alert after their morning coffee
Sunset
Moon high. Venus low in black lace trees.
Jake forever hopeful of getting a handout.
Fancier doggie jail
Silver
Spunk & Gwendolyn
Glenda doing hammock yoga
Halfmoon in swirling clouds
Cranes @ Sunset
Moon in pink
Dusk
Tangle Heart Tree @ Dusk
Halfmoon over Shey’s Tree
Purple into yellow dusk
Pre-dawn
Ready! Set! Gooooooooooooooooooooooo…
Spirits in the sky
Spunk
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 