



Blue Grosbeak



Spunk’s charging
Glenda





Looking bored waiting for dinner
Daddy owl looking for dinner about 12 feet from us. Fortunately, we were too big to be dinner.





A silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy



The silver-haired Sasquatch was hanging ten before he went for a weird balance to hang five. SHS and Scoopy were defying gravity.

Coyote: “That silver-haired Sasquatch is a weirdo!”



The cats don’t care about no stinking silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy!

The sandias were orange tonight.


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?”

Sunset
Laurie with the Bullsnake. ¡Olé!
A large bullsnake was lying in the road. A large pickup truck rolled over it, but luckily it avoided running over the snake with the truck’s tires. I got out of our car, scooped up the bullsnake, and handed it to Laurie. The snake was squirking around, so she rolled down her wind and let it hang its head out the window like a dog. It calmed down a bit as we drove home. After photographing each other with the snake, I let it go in Rebecca’s Black Bamboo.
It seemed most appropriate that I was wearing an Alice Cooper T-shirt while holding the Bullsnake.

Jake and I saw a coyote on our walk at dusk.

Intermission: A photo taken by Laurie of the forest close to Tristan’s house in Germany.

Gwendolyn, the round-eyed devil, was waiting for grass.



Dusk