Three doves and a dragon.
Sunset nebula.
Intermission: Major Tom Peepers practicing his noble stances. Mona Lisa and Sleepy look on from the nest.
Ghostly
Snakebite, dragon and a bunny
Snakebite
Cloud Shapes
Tag: clouds
Cats n Roses & Flowers & Sunsets
Spunk
Austrian Copper
Marble
Lady Banks
Glenda looking like our old Guildenstern.
Blue Iris
Loki doing the Classic Buffalo Crispy Wings.
Lilac
Sasha
Gwendolyn
Silver
Tiffany’s Tree, Gabriela’s Tree, Gigi’s Tree, Teagan’s Trees behind Gigi’s Tree, Susan’s Tree, Lavinia’s, Marina’s and Dale’s trees are blending in and Resa’s Tree on the Right.
Austrian Copper through Wisteria’s lavender mist.
Dog Paddle
Fido blowing in the wind in Saturn on the Rio Grande.
We got lots of rain today as promised by the forecast.
A slight break in the weather about 30 minutes after I got all wet carrying groceries from the store to the car and then from the car into the house in the pouring rain. Les choses sont contre nous!
¡Un Dos Tres¡ Pink Moon… NOT! Again!
One Owlet. Major Tom Peepers.
Two Owlets. Mona Lisa and Major Tom Peepers
Three Owlets. Mona Lisa, Major Tom Peepers and ????
How about Sleepy for the third Owlet?
Actually Major Tom Peepers ran out of steam, also.
Sweet dreams Major Tom Peepers.
Mona Lisa and Major Tom Peepers thought it was a little bright out as you can see them squinting in the next two photos.
Another year. Another no show for the Pink Moon. Marina had clicked on my Pink Moon post from last year and reminded me that tonight is April’s full moon (maybe April’s fool moon) known as the Pink Moon.
Cloud cover thwarted me again. The Pink Moon would have risen near the towers.
The extent of the pink southeast of the Sandias.
We got a slight big of clearing to the west.
Moon Rise Over Sandias
Contrail @ Sunrise
Sunrise
Dancing With Daddy Owl
Eye Eye Eye
Cary Kingfisher: “Eye see you Paparazzo!”
Finnegan Finch: “Eye see you Paparazzo!”
Terrance Turkey Vulture: “Eye see you Paparazzo!”
Mama Owl: “¿Qué pasa Paparazzo? ¿Te gustan las plumas de mi cola?”
Cary Kingfisher who happens to be a Belted Kingfisher: “I’m outta here! ¡Sta luego Ese!”
Eye of Fuzzy Wild Skies
I walked up to check on Fuzzy. Nora Owl was not in the nest, but Fuzzy would not look over the edge. Osric Owl was in a cottonwood about 200 feet south of Fuzzy, but he was busy looking up at something between hoots. Nora Owl was in a cottonwood about 200 feet to the northeast of Fuzzy, hooting at Osric and probably telling Fuzzy to keep his head down. The skies on the way back from visiting with the owls were nothing short of wild.
Osric Owl keeping his eye on something I couldn’t see.
Nora Owl giving me “square eyes”.
Osric Owl is looking a little thin. I think he’s overworked keeping Nora and fuzzy fed.
Nora Owl just after she gave a hoot.
A little Color
Backlit Coleus
Blossoms on Marina’s Pear Tree
Crab apple blossoms
Tiny Daffodils
