
Twilight

Snow Moon at twilight

Ice illuminated by the Snow Moon

Dawn








Glenda

Sunset


Dusk


Silver: “Hey, Paparazzo! What does it take for a kitty to get some shut-eye around here?”

Neither hither nor thither
Over hill nor dale had he come
To be found lying face down
In a state of perpetual dither
Scooped up into the nether
He was lost
But on the fourth day
He fell back to earth
Dropped by the ether
Under the influence
Of a blue moon
So bright
What’s one to do?
Other than continue the saga
Of Scoopy on a frozen beach
Waiting a spring thaw


Glenda

Glenda, again






The moon and Jupiter were close last night.


It drained all the energy from Spunk’s tail to stand by the cat door the night before last. He had to charge his tail again last night.

The moon shining through the window at 4:00 in the morning

We got a pair of pink tarantulas to send to Tristan for Valentine’s Day.
The big tarantula is really big and cuddly
Spunk was helping with boxing the tarantulas and weighing the package so I could create a shipping label.


You’re knocking it over, and you’re going to squish Belafante!

“I squished Belefonte? Now, way, Ese! You’re pulling my tail!”

“You couldn’t have done it without my help!”



“Come on, Paparazzo and Silver! Let me have a break after packing those tarantulas!”


Crane tracks. Cluck! Cluck!






Daddy Owl in the tree just south of our deck.

Dawn
I’ve read forecasts for snow and cold all over the country, and we are forecast to get some of it. We really need any precipitation we can get, so I’m not going to complain. And while it’s been cold here, our cold has been nothing compared to the reports from the Midwest and Canada.


Did you say Snow?

Silver, Marble, and I are relaxing in front of the fire.

Twilight

Quintin & Cruella de Quill watching the colors at dawn
Cruella: “Hey Quintin! It looks like a pathetic paparazzo is pestering us poor porcupines.”
Quintin: “It seems that way, doesn’t it!”
Cruella: “He can’t leave a pair of porcupines in peace to enjoy the colorful dawn.”
Quintin: “A paparazzo with no regard for porcupine privacy!”
Cruella: “So? What are you going to do about him?”
Quintin: “Uhhh! Like what can I do about him?”
Cruella: “Throw some quills at him! Poof up and act scary like you’re going to attack him, or something!”
Quintin: “You know I can’t throw quills…”
Cruella: “Yeah! But that pesky paparazzo might not know that. Humans believe we can throw our quills at them.”
Quintin: “Il paparazzo is unphased by those tactics!”
Cruella: “You’re going to have to hit him with the heavy artillery!
Quintin: “Nooo! You don’t mean…”
Cruella: “Yes, I do… Set up him the stink bomb!*”



*Cruella de Quill’s weird grammar in her last statement is based on a bad translation of an old Japanese video game. When poofing violently, like they are going to throw their quills, doesn’t phase pesky paparazzi predators, porcupines will drop powerful stink bombs trying to keep predatory paparazzi at bay.


Spunk, Gwendolyn, and Glenda by Laurie

pTerodactyl @ Dusk

Resa’s Wolf Tree and Jupiter
