Jupiter shining through the clouds last night. I have no idea what the alien mushroom is.
Lacy trees under cloudy sky
First view of the pTerodactyl in the tree this morning.
pTerodactyl in deep thought
Sasha wearing Spunk’s ears
Morning moon
Frost-edged cottonwood leaf
Sandhill cranes foraging in a field.
Sandias with snow
Sandias behind dead trees
Can anyone guess what the acronym in the title stands for?
The kitties are nonplussed or perhaps nonpussed about it.
Pink at dawn
Venus shines through the clouds at dawn.
KOB TV channel 4 in Albuquerque began broadcasting 75 years ago today. Happy Diamond Anniversary KOB TV!
Clear sky at dawn
After the clouds cleared last night, the morning’s low was 19ºF (-7.2ºC). There was not a cloud in the sky all day. The high was 41ºF (5ºC) at 3:00 pm when I hit the ditch banks for my daily ride.
Beaver Moon rising in a clear sky. Jupiter looks on.
Glenda: “Why do stinking beavers get a moon and kitties don’t?” Good Question.
Snowing lightning
With my numb, arthritic fingers, I can’t type worth beans these days. I thought I commented to Lavinia, “It’s snowing lightly now,” but auto-mistake changed whatever typo I made on “lightly” to lighting. Lavinia read it as “lightning” and replied that she had only seen “snow lightning” a few times in her life. I replied that I had never seen it. Then Deborah chimed in on snow lightning, as well. As you can see in the above photo, I made snow lightning.
All the confusion about snow lightning occurred because it snowed last night and this morning.
Kitties in the snow
Clear sky in the west at sunset
Vulture watching the Beaver Moon rise. Jupiter looks on.
The moon is 98.3% full tonight. It will be 99.9% full tomorrow night. The official full moon is on Monday when it doesn’t pass the meridian. It will still be 99% full on Tuesday.
Beaver Moon swimming in a sea of clouds. Jupiter looks on.
Beaver Moon in colorful whipped cream clouds. Jupiter looks on.
WordPress reminded me that I’ve been blogging for thirteen years. I think it’s time to retire.
Spunk the “Box Hugger” protesting my breaking down boxes for recycling.
Spunk Art
Catnip & Cheese
Silver indulging in fresh catnip. All of the cats hold the catnip in one paw like Silver.
Lacy sunset
Fast-moving clouds swallowed the moon.
Freyja was dogging Atlas. When Tristan and Craig got Freyja, the shelter identified her as a Bernese Mountain dog. As she grew, she looked less and less like a Bernese Mountain Dog. Tristan had a doggie DNA test done on Freya, and she “Ain’t nothing but a hound dog!” †
†Below is the result of Freya’s doggie DNA test.
When it comes to fingernails, Oriana nails it.
Spunk: “Whoa! Those Keratins are like totally Alpha! Are those nails like Sick, or What? They reek of total destruction, and what destruction I could wreak with those nails! I want nails like that.”
The artwork that Oriana paints on her nails is impressive. She works in the tiniest details. Oriana is our data analyst. She is also working on a degree in business.
Sasha: “AAAAaaaaahhhhh! Keep those nails away from me!”
Dawn
Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.
We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.
In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.
Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.
Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.
Resa’s Tree with cranes at sunset.
Cranes glow at sunset.
Dawn
Smokey Kitty is very sweet when the Paparazzo is not bugging him.
A happy kitty that might be a stray.
Late this afternoon, Glenda was at the bay window in the kitchen, meowing and growling. I looked out to see what the problem was. There was a tabby cat between a rose bush and the fence. I went out and talked to the kitty, but it acted like it was going to run away. I went back inside for thirty minutes, went back out, and the kitty was still there in the low evening light. I sat down on a large pot and started talking to it again. It started coming toward me, but stopped to do a bit of grooming. Then it started walking over to me but stopped about ten feet away, turned to the left, walked to a patch of bare dirt, and started rolling around, acting playful. It never got any closer to me. I brought out some food and water, and it ate the food.
when I processed the photos, it looked like the kitty might have a skin condition of some type. It looks like a fancy cat with its swirling patterns. I’ll see if it comes back, and I can win over its trust so I can see what its fur is like and take it to the vet for treatment if needed.
Enough! The show is over.
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