Sunrise
We met the three coyotes on the levee again this morning.
Loki: “Psst! Marble! You really don’t want to eat that cheese. Il paparazzo had his filthy paws on it, you know!”
Gwendolyn
NCC-1701 disguised as a cloud
Purple mountains and water at sunset tonight.
We had hard rain on and off this afternoon.
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.
Pre-Dawn
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.
Cranes flew under the moon
Can you find the pTerodactyl?
Wile E. in a purple daze at dusk.
Sliver moon riding a contrail.
pTerodactyl enjoying the sunset.
Sliver moon in a purple daze at dusk.
Dawn. Venus was still bright.
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.
Down by the river where we like to go
Walked a coyote wouldn’t you know
He stopped and he squatted and gave it a squeeze
Not a care in the world he was quite pleased
Sandias
Vulture
Owl
Coyotes
pTerodactyl
Sparrows
Jupiter with four moons.
I stepped down onto the sandbar at Beaver Point last night and found myself in the middle of a coyote convention.
Click on a photo in the gallery to enlarge in a slide show.
This one took off on its own stepping over piles of trees and sticks left by the beavers.
He had to take a break to eat some grass and make silly faces while chomping on the grass. Click on the gallery for to enlarge the photos in a slide show.
Vultures on their break
Skeptics no concern
Spirits dissolved in daylight
The dead can wait their turn
Nighthawks played in streaming sunlight
Teasing out blue moon
Thunder sounded unseen strikes
Branches broken fell asunder
Fractured limbs will never heal
Distant sirens temptress sighs
Coyotes mournful cries
Hummers feed on orange blossoms
Hairstreaks purple feed on yellow
Rubbing flanges one up one down
Attached to shades of blue
A Predator took the bait
