Our walk at dawn, a sniff and pee for Jake, took much longer than normal this morning because of colors, critters, and a different route home that introduced Jake to an overwhelming variety of new smells and tumbleweeds to pee on.
Coyote using the Coyoteverse to shapeshift into a CoYoda.
This time of year, during the alignment of Sirius and the sun, coyote portals open up for them to move round and shapeshift through the Coyoteverse.
Tres amigos coyote waiting at Coyotes Gate.
Spunk: “Hey Paparazzo! Don’t forget about Spunks Gate and the Spunkyverse. Since today was a no sun Sunday in the Spunkyverse, it was Sirius.” Il Paparazzo: “It was rough, especially when you were having a screaming match with your doppelgänger!”
Bumbling around about the Flowers Gate in the Beeverse.
When Jake and I went on our early morning walk, we encountered a pack of three coyotes. We were walking on the lower bank, and the coyotes ran up on top of the levee and watched as we walked by.
As you may know, Jake loves to lift his leg on tumbleweeds. Currently, the tumbleweeds are green and soft; however, Jake discovered cockleburs on the lower bank. While the cockleburs are also still green, they are nice and scratchy.
Jake looking cool in the car
A short reprieve from the rain.
The clouds were gathering again when I left for the store to get cheese for the cats. It started raining hard again. I sat in the car and did Duolingo until the rain let up enough to where I wouldn’t get soaked walking into the store.
My rain gauge recorded 4/10 of an inch of rain this afternoon, bringing us up to nearly an inch of rain for the month of June.
Just when I thought it was safe to go on a walk without the distractions of clouds, coyotes, moon and cranes, they all happen.
Dawn
Clouds gone wild
This is not Wile E. Coyote. We ran into each other on the bridge over the Clearwater Ditch. I think this coyote is a female. Maybe Wile E. Coyote’s girlfriend. She is afraid of me, and says “Leave me be Sam I am! I don’t want your Paparazzo spam!”
This is Wile E. Coyote. He was standing on the levee watching me cross the bridge.
Wile E. Coyote followed me into the bosque.
Wile E. Coyote is a male. In this series he walks toward a pile of coyote crap, stops, lifts his leg to pee on it, then continues on his way.
With all the thin clouds hanging around, the Sandias turned a brilliant red tonight.
Reminiscent of nights gone by Once again, riding in the dark Eyes shine ahead Coyotes and cows are split By a sharp beam of light Scamper into darkness Only owls break the silence As cold air rolls off the mountains Splashing over the levee Drenched in frigid air Consumed by darkness
Sagebrush, cottonwood, and Jupiter rising.
Cottonwoods reach down and grab at you in the dark.
Light from a creature or spirit up ahead.
Dusk with lots of colorful particulate in the air.