Hunter’s Moon rising through the clouds with Canadian Geese watching.
A couple of geese celebrated the moonrise by flapping their wings.
Jupiter is aligned underneath the Hunter’s Moon.
Moonrise Over Canadian Geese
Tag: Canadian geese
Happy Equinox
Canadian Geese at Dawn
Rustic Sphinx Moth (Manduca rustica)
If you have ever wondered what hornworms (often called tomato worms) turn into, this giant Rustic Sphinx Moth (Manduca rustica) is one example. They also turn into the common Sphinx Moth or what is often called the Hummingbird Moth. The big boy was born in the catio this morning, so it’s a Euinox Rustic Sphinx Moth. Laurie saw the kitties looking interested as the moth crawled across the floor (wings not dry enough for it to fly). She snatched it up and put it outside the catio, out of reach of the cats.
Rustic Sphinx Moth on my hand for scale. It was about 3 inches long.
Spunk trying on his Equinox Wings.
Loki started celebrating Equinox with a bit of catermortis. Silver and Glenda are in the background.
Marble Hot & Fresh in Fall colors in Minutes.
A big hand blessing the beginning of Autumn at Dawn.
Let There Be Critters
Gwendolyn: “Did you say critters? I see!”
Black-chinned Hummingbird
The Rio Grande is running high.
Canadian Geese on the fly
First Dragonfly photo of the season.
New Mexico Whiptail Lizard. “Whip it. Whip it good!”
A slightly battered butterfly
Fire in the sky
J Stands For Geese
Big-J Geese. They would make a good brand.
Come Together… Over Me
Daddy Owl (left) and Mama Owl came together over me tonight.
The geese were really cranky this evening. They did take a break from cranking to do synchronized preening.
Mama Owl
Late afternoon to sunset.
Daddy Owl looking at Mama Owl who’s giving the Paparazzo the squint like Clint.
The Painter’s Sky
On her blue gessoed canvas
She brushes swaths of red
Splashes on the yellow
Orange from the mix
A lavender wash hosts
White stripes of clouds from trails
Her colors silhouetting trees
Geese and cranes flying free
Sunday’s Mix
How many ways are there to skin an onion with a cat?
Goose balls?
Flight paths.
Spunk mad dogging the dog.
The dog
Geese On Gold
Tonight’s sunset
Suns Clouds Geese Grid
The Sacrifice
I buried a raccoon pup at dawn
Found him by the steps
Heartless and emptied
Secretly sacrificed
Under half-moon? Rose at two
Such a mystery
With last rites fitting any innocent soul
Tucked in under spadefuls of sandy soil
Laid to rest, secured for eternity
A spark of life lit
Snuffed, sacrificed
So much misery
The poem above was inspired by a poor baby raccoon, gutted and left near our doorstep. I don’t know what killed it, but it seemed very sacrificial. I’m packing several day’s worths of photos into this post because of the possibility that other things will come up, and many of the photos not get posted.
Click on the galleries below to see a slideshow of the photos in their correct aspect ratios.
Grosbeaks, Hummer, and Towhee the Line
I am Wood Duck hear me roar!
Got Your Goose and Goslings with Cormorant
Cooper’s Hawks’ Hanky Panky
Fuzzette, Major Tom Peppers out of the nest with Mona Lisa and Sleeping still in the nest, Mama Owl, Daddy Owl, Daddy Owl, Mama Owl, Daddy Owl
