



The Rio Grande is down about four feet, exposing a carved-up beach.

A black and white bovine at sunset.

While I was checking the status of irrigation water under the peach tree, this hummingbird was en garde, buzzing me, hoovering in my face, and perching less than an arm’s length away to keep a close eye on me. I get this strange feeling there might be a nest in the peach tree.

Hare date 8-15 in the blessed year of our mother goddess Freyja two-thousand twenty-two. The human who walks around shooting everyone with a Bazooka was trying to irrigate. After the water that came flooding in, and forced me out of my culvert, stopped, the bazooka-wielding Paparazzo walked out to the Acequia Madre and discovered the water had stopped running in the mother ditch. Word had it that the giant diesel pumps up north that fill the Acequia Madre from the Rio Grande went south, so now il Paparazzo has to finish irrigating in the wee hours of the morning under the crescent smile of Máni.








¡Adios muchachos y muchachas!

Dawn


NE view of the Rio Grande on Wednesday evening. NE view of the Rio Grande this morning.


SE view of the Rio Grande on Wednesday evening. SE view of the Rio Grande this morning.

A beaver up and out at dawn.

Bunning through the fence.



Shots of the Bunny

pTerodactyl at dawn.






Spunk is a Cat Tree hugger.

We got a really violent thunderstorm this afternoon. The wind was strong, driving the rain sideways, and the visibility was low. The weather station recorded the event as producing 0.95 inches of rain. The wind-driven rain got almost everything on the deck wet.


The clouds right after the thunderstorm. Views looking east and west.



The clouds at 7:30 pm. Views looking east and west.


8:11 pm (official sunset). Views looking east and west.