Sunrise
This Forster’s Tern was flying back and forth, turning one way then the other. Perhaps it’s called a Tern because it’s always turning around.
Still life
Funnel cloud at sunset
Movin’ on
Tis’ The Season Tern Tern Tern
Tag: birds
Rain But No Rain
Virgas hung from anemic clouds
Teasing parched earth that begged for rain
Moon rose, hung in the trees
Strawberry Moon forever?
Night heron and Snowiy egret reflected in Rio Grande’s water
It’s dwindling into a stream
Stormclouds blushed at sunset
Embarrassed by their precipitous disfunction
Out To Lunch At Walmart
Blue Grosbeak and the Cresent Moon
A Swainson’s Hawk was having lunch on a light pole in a Walmart parking lot.
Noon
Tiny toadlets on the riverbed at sunset
Speaking being out to lunch, I’m going to take a long lunch break from blogging. I’m tired, and I have been having so much trouble with WordPress over the past few months, I can’t deal with it anymore, and I have decided I really need to take a break.
Sunset
Venus above Jupiter
Doppel in the dark
Cottonwoodlets
Cottonwoodlets on the river bed
Toadlet on the river bed
Ducks going for the gold
Another lost sole
Drift tree at sunrise
Coyote
“Where are the sights?”
Loki
Evening coyotes
Sunset
And Yet Another Sunrise and Sunset
Spunk Art reflecting
Loki
Spunk
Sunset
On The Fly
Harry
Sunrise @ Beaver Point
Sunrise @ The Beach
Flycatcher on a plateau
Sunrise from an island north of The Beach.
The Rio Grande is slowly drying up. I was able to wade across the shallow point above and walk out onto an island north of the beach.
I spotted a Spotted Sandpiper
Snowy Egret flew by
Tres Globos Amigos
Wildflower
Loki on the fly
Jake outdoors
Jake indoors
Cheez Please! Who goes there?
Veterans Honor
Spunk having a cat nap
Sunset
New perspective from another island that became available.
Sharks splashing in the shallows
Dusk
Between A Rock And A Hard Cat
Blue Moon at dawn
Sunrise
While I was standing in the river shooting the sunrise, Jaws started swimming towards me.
Harry, the Hairy Woodpecker, pecking on a cottonwood
Mama Owl at sunrise
Spunk noticed there was a lot of orange in the floral arrangement and added his tail.
“Ahem! Pesky Paparazzo, cheez is also orange!”
“That’s more like it!”
Norte Pond has become Notre trou de boue
Neil Diamond produces a cracklin’ rose
Sunset
Spunk’s tail between a rock and a hard cat.
Post sunset colors
Silver
Daddy Owl at dusk
Dusk
With A Little Help From His Friends
Sasha trying to wake up at dawn
Mama Owl was giving me the tail while feeding The Lone Owlet this morning.
Jetties in the glow of the almost rising sun
A dragon over Resa’s Wolf Tree
Spunk and Jake
Snapping turtle on the irrigation ditch bank
When Jake and I went out for our afternoon walk, my neighbor, Sara, and a cyclist were pondering the snapping turtle on the irrigation ditch bank, headed away from the Clearwater ditch and river. Sara got an old horse feed bag, we got the snapping turtle in the sack, and I carried him to the river.
He was looking very dry, but still had a lot of snap in him.
He was still upset over being bagged and carried to the river, so he gave me a menacing look.
Sunset
After he got into the river, he stretched out and soaked under sunset clouds.
Jake watching the turtle soak in the shallows.
The turtles view of the sunset
Spunk
A Touch Of Pink
Mama Owl and the Lone Owlet at dawn. I could not find the Lone Owlet in the tree this evening.
Black-headed Grosbeak
Coyotes
Say’s Phoebe
Turtle Tuesday
Cloudy Dawn
We got half an inch of rain yesterday and another quarter inch of rain this afternoon.
Mudback of Notre Pond enjoying the rise in the pond water from the rain.
Why did the turtle cross the levee?
This morning’s Spunk Art: “Tail In A Box!”
Turkey Vultures
I think the rain washed a lot of the fuzz off of the Lone Owlet.
Sunset after the rain
