Purple Collar

A hummingbird landed in my path as I was walking down the side of the levee into the bosque. He said: “Who is that parading past my perch”? I said, “It is only I a lowly paparazzo out for a walk to find wild willing subjects like you!” The hummer responded “Well here I am, get in your shots. I can’t wait all day.”

Note: I saved the images larger, so you can get a good view of the images by clicking on them.

“Hows this side? Do you like my purple collar?” he asked. “You are quite a handsome hombre! Your collar is lovely.” I answered.

Intermission: Here’s a Downy Woodpecker chick in a cottonwood waiting for Mama to bring him breakfast.

“How’s my profile?”

A closer view

Firsts, Cats, Close to Lasts

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First bloom purple crocus.
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First bloom yellow crocus.
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Mama owl sitting on her eggs.
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We should start seeing owlets in a couple of months.
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The not quite full moon had an interesting color just before sunset.
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Marble being silly.
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Spunk being handsome.
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Sasha being beautiful.
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Cottonwood in the bosque basking in the late afternoon sun.
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Maybe the last of the cranes.
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¡Hasta la vista!