Tag: coyote

C7@3

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Dawn

I had a Cat 7 (seven cats piled on me) at 3:00 in the morning. Loki is under the covers, lying across my hips. That’s where he likes to sleep on me. See the Kitty Key for an accounting of cats.

Wile E. Coyote hanging out with us on the levee.

Cranes at dusk

Daddy Owl and Mama Owl were hanging out together.

Another great cheese stand-off.

The Tangle Heart Tree and Wile E on the levee.

Not much color on the Sandias tonight.

Afrerglow at dusk

Cranes In The Rain

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Venus @ Dawn

Walked out in the rain to see the cranes
In the Tangle Heart Tree sat the pTer
Near the pTer, Daddy Owl had a few words to share
Top of the day to ya! Wile E Coyote seemed to say while sitting on the levee
Eyes turned to the cry of a crane catching up with its cronies
Rio Grande reflected clouds and cranes in the rain

Between The Lines

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Moonrise and Venus

Sliver Moon between the lines

Wile E. Coyote has a hangdog look in the first photo when he was on the ditch by our gate. He crossed the Clearwater ditch, ran up onto the top of the levee near where I was, and looked a little less hangdog.

Ducks in the ditch

Cranes in the Rio Grande

Contrails

Sunset

Black lace cottonwoods

Night sky

A Noble Beast

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I was out visiting with Osric and Nora Owls (the owlets pretty much ignored me) when I saw two coyotes on the top of the levee and six or more on the lower part of the levee on the other side of the ditches running at top speed. I was trying to catch the action through the trees when this coyote stopped like, “Whoa! Paparazzo on the prowl. I better look my best!” She stopped and gave me her best noble beast look. Then I saw a couple on the top of the levee and yelled over to them and asked if they had seen the coyotes. They said one coyote ran out of the clearwater ditch, and then eight coyotes started chasing it like they were trying to kill it. I thought the coyote that was in the ditch might have caught something, and the others wanted to take it from him. Ms. Noble Beast doesn’t look like she’s been missing many meals.

Osric Owl snoozed behind a tangle and then enjoyed the sunset.

Nora Owl gave me a squint like Clint! “Is that Bazooka going to make me look fat?”

Eye of Owlet

Psst! Don’t look now, but there’s that stupid paparazzo on the ditch bank again.

As I was heading home, I heard my name being called. One of the Alpacas had its head stuck in the fence. I walked back, and sure enough, there was one of the Alpacas with its head through one of the wire squares in the fence, looking very stuck and rather sad. We tried to help the Alpaca get his head back through the fence, and as we pushed back, he pushed forward. He was stubborn. Meanwhile, two coyotes were on the top of the levee watching our goings-on with great interest. After we stretched the wire apart as much as possible, we gave up, stood back on the ditch bank, and watched the Alpaca. After a few minutes of not getting any more attention, it pulled its head back through the wire. I think it was acting stuck to get attention.

While we were talking, Osric flew over into the bosque, and I grabbed this shot of him.

By the time I got back to our property after all the ditch bank drama, it was dark. I got a shot of Venus and The Pleiades with my 70-200mm zoom lens. Venus and The Pleiades are too far apart to get them in the frame with the Bazooka.

C&C

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The sky was like this photo taken at dawn: cloudy and cold. We had light rain most of the day and the balloons did not fly.

It was as cold as hell inside on October 1st. It was colder than hell inside today, a week later.

Sasha thought we should have been running the heat on the deck today.

Wile E. Coyote: “I say, I say, there now. You’re bothering me, boy!”

The clouds were breaking up at sunset, but more storm clouds were moving in.

¡No Me Gustan Los Whirlybirds!

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Whirlybird with a game warden looking for a coyote that attacked a runner.

Daddy Owl: “¡No me gustan los whirlybirds! ¡A mí tampoco me gustan los coyotes!“

Flicker: “Whirlybird? Is that what that thing is called?”

Mama Owl: “Stupid coyotes! Stupid whirlybird!”

I thought the doves flew up out of the cottonwood because of the helicopter.

But a second look revealed a Cooper’s Hawk had flown up in the tree where the doves were perched.

“It’s a bird! It’s a plane! IT’S a WHIRLYBIRD! Stupid coyotes!”

Blow up of Mr. Cooper.

Whirlybird hovering before flying south. A crane flying north.

Mr. Cooper flew north to another tree.

Mama Owl: “That’s better now that the whirlybird has flown south!”

Clouds at dawn looking north.

Daddy Owl: “Mucho mejor sin el whirlybird.”

Like a sunset at sunrise looking southwest.