Dawn
Who might the mistery kitty be?
Beeing like spring
Loki
Mama Taratula finally got here
The Worm Moon rising.
At 4:30 tomorrow morning MDT, there will be a full, bloody eclipse of the moon. If I wake up around 4:00 a.m., I’ll go out and see what I can see of it. The moon will be close to the horizon when it is fully eclipsed at 4:30, so I might not be able to see it through the trees.
The cranes left before the worm moon rose.
Dusk
The Worm Moon melting an alien
Twilight Dawn
Bosque Bunny in the dim light of almost dawn
Determined cranes at dusk
Twilight Dawn
6 eyes, 8 ears
Dusk
We’ve had high winds the last two days that have blown most of the dried leaves off of Resa’s Wolf Tree.
The wind did not blow away the color at twilight this morning.
The goose thought the old paparazzo wouldn’t see it if it stuck its head in the water!
Glenda
Fewer leaves on Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset than were there at twilight.
Fuzzy mountains from the dust
Cranes flew by fast with the tailwind.
The cranes hovered in the wind when they were coming in for landing.
Beckoned by Twilight, the Sirens called
“Come to the island with frozen sand
You can walk on water, sweet voices sang
The river is down, and the current runs thin…”
With my ears verily tortured, I nearly took the plunge
Deluged by temptations, as the Sirens’ songs were sung
“Think of the photos from the frozen sand
Surrounded by water that moseys along
Reflecting the moonlight like polished glass
Come to us! Come to us! Come to us! Come…”
Curious coyote
Dragon kitty
Spunk: “What’s this sick Sirens’ songs sung stupidity you’re spewing, Paparazzo? You know you can’t walk on water. Trying to take some funky photos surrounded by water while standing on frozen sand is not worth drowning for. Besides, if you end up as a bottom feeder in the Rio Grande, who’s going to feed me?”
Another Twilight
Cranes in the shallows
Waining Snow Moon reflecting on iced river
Il Paparazzo’s long shadow from the waning Snow Moon waked Scoopy from his slumber on the frozen beach.
Scoopy gave Jake a hug! ♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2 = Shovels (spades) need love, too!
Mist on the river. It was 22º F (-5.6º C) this morning.
Black-laced tree at the Winter Moon. Black-laced tree at dusk.
Spunk, Gwendolyn and Silver
Daddy Owl
Twilight
Snow Moon at twilight
Ice illuminated by the Snow Moon
Dawn
Glenda
Sunset
Dusk
The moon and Jupiter were close last night.
It drained all the energy from Spunk’s tail to stand by the cat door the night before last. He had to charge his tail again last night.
The moon shining through the window at 4:00 in the morning
We got a pair of pink tarantulas to send to Tristan for Valentine’s Day.
The big tarantula is really big and cuddly
Spunk was helping with boxing the tarantulas and weighing the package so I could create a shipping label.
You’re knocking it over, and you’re going to squish Belafante!
“I squished Belefonte? Now, way, Ese! You’re pulling my tail!”
“You couldn’t have done it without my help!”
“Come on, Paparazzo and Silver! Let me have a break after packing those tarantulas!”
Crane tracks. Cluck! Cluck!
Daddy Owl in the tree just south of our deck.
Twilight Dawn
Dawn
Loki stretch
Spunk calls his latest art piece, “Standing By My Cat Door!”
Glenda Sphinxing
Redwing Blackbirds watching the sun set.
Off Center & Not Even 