
Morning cloud


The Night Heron didn’t let me get very close to it before it took flight this morning.

Marble soaking up sunrise

Mama Dove this afternoon

Teagan’s vocals on White Rabbit are flawless. Click on the image to see her video.
Teagan is celebrating her birthday with a tribute to Grace Slick by singing a cover of Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit, the iconic song based on Lewis Carrol’s Alice in Wonderland and associated stoies set to a relentless Spanish Paso-doble (Spanish march) rhythm. It is probably one of the best known songs from the psychedelic 60s.
I was nine or ten years old in 1968 or 1969 when I first heard White Rabbit played on a local radio station. Not being an avid Lewis Carroll reader at the time, I had no idea what the lyrics were about other than tripping. I actually thought it had something to do with Arlo Guthrie’s Alice’s Restaurant, which was released in 1967 a few months after White Rabbit, but I had heard Guthrie’s album before I heard “ White Rabbit” played on the radio.

White Basket

Sunrise






A friend dropped by, and we played guitar for a while. Silver plugged in after my friend left.

Paddleboarders on the Rio Grande

Una señora pato

Blue Grosbeak on blue

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?†
†”Wishing You Were Here” by Pink Floyd.

Crescent Moon and Venus

First dragonfly photo of the season

The spider saw its shadow. Does that mean six more weeks of spring?
Peonies

Spunk Art


Another peony

Sasha: “To break in the brown striped bag, or not break in the brown striped bag? That is the comfy question!”

She couldn’t resist


Marble

Spunk after a long night of killing his tail and ears and making Spunk Art.

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.