
Cat

Bumblebee

Cat

Butterfly

Cat

Sunset

Cats: “Just a little kiss, Spunk?” “Cut it out, Silver!”

Dusk

A golden sunrise
With the exception of the golden sunrise, this post has All Beavers & Cats.

Don’t look now, Bertha, but there is a stupid paparazzo over there on the other side of the river voyeurizing us.
Avocados, Tomatoes, Loki



Three beavers, two snuggling, on the river bank at dusk.



Spunk thinks he is cuter than any stinking beaver.






Wynona grooming on the bank at dusk.






Many Faces of Silver with Avocados and Tomatoes.

Morning sky. White hot flames.


There were six beavers on the other side of the bank, eating, grooming, and lounging around. It was dusk, so it was too dark to see them in the above photo. We could see them clearly with binoculars.



Spunk dreams

We had thunderstorms roll through this afternoon. We got 4/100 of an inch of rain. The temperature dropped from 92ºF (33.3ºC) to 68ºF (20ºC) in a matter of minutes.

You know I was a nitty-gritty baby
When my mama would toss me in the cradle
In those old Lava fields back home
It was down around Albuquerque
I was nursing on Wild Turkey
In those old lava fields back home

Rock Wren




Western Kingbird





Curve-billed Thrasher



Señor Thrasher seems to have an underbite.

House Finches

Turn up the volume so you can listen to Freyja’s splashes
We took a long walk in the bosque this morning, and Freyja got to splash around in the Rio Grande, as you can see in the above video.
Glenda: “Whatcha makin’, Paparazzo?”

What might this pile of wood turn into?






Hmmm! It looks like a waterwheel. But what would we or the cats need a waterwheel for?

Oh! It looks like Marble is hiding something.

Marble: “It’s a Kittywheel! You stupid Paparazzo. You didn’t even know what you put together!
The Kittywheel on the deck with the cat tree.

Sasha thinks it’s quite comfy, but she hasn’t figured out that she’s supposed to walk on the Kittywheel.

Sunset