In The Dog House With The Cats

October 17, 2026 Timothy Price13 Comments

The cat food bag at 5:00 a.m.

The cats got me up at 5:00 a.m. to feed them like they do every morning; however, when I opened the bag to get their food, the bag was empty, except for six kibbles, which was one kibble short of the clowder swarming around my feet. Oops! I forgot to drop by the store on the way home from work last night to get kitty food.

Silver: “Don’t give me any of your cockamamie malarkey about ‘Let them eat tomatoes!’, which is pronounced toemahtoes, BTW, pathetic Paparazzo, because it ain’t going to stinking happen!”

Gwendolyn: “YOU STINKING, PATHETHEIC, LAME BRAINED, PREHISTORIC POPARAZZO!!!! Knuckle dragging, sorry excuse of a silver-haired Sasquatch. You irresponsible, long-haired redneck rascal! I can’t BELIEVE you FORGOT to stop by the store to get us kitty food on your way home from work. It’s been like over 12 hours since we’ve eaten! That’s like 12 years for our kitty stomachs. Now you listen to me, and you listen good, PAPARAZZO!!! You get in your stinking little sports car, and you stinking speed to that stinking store as soon as it opens and get us some STINKING KITTY FOOD! UNDERSTOOD?

Meanwhile, back in bed, I slept in until 6:30 a.m. because it was 27º F (-2.8º C) when the cats got me up at five to fail at feeding them. When Jake and I left for our walk at 7:00 a.m. the temperature had dropped another degree.

Geese in the mist again

Sun streaks in the mist

Sunrise in the mist

After I got back from the store and fed the cats, I worked on winterizing the outdoor kitchen and the irrigation system.

Glenda: “I forgive you, forgetful Paparazzo!”

Content cats

Loki and I sitting in front of the fire doing Duolingo.

Cranes flew by at sunset

A touch of pink

Crushed

October 16, 2026 Timothy Price26 Comments

Cranes foraging in the Rio Grande at twilight

I got a half ton of crusher fines this morning to fill in potholes on my road.

Grape leaves

The big red hill.

I find it funny readers have been referring to the Sandia Mountains (Watermelon Mountains) as a hill. The Sandias stand at 11,000 feet (3,353 meters) above sea level. They are 6,000 feet (1,829 meters) higher than my property.

Leaving On A Jet Plane

March 10, 2026 Timothy Price46 Comments

Clouds relfecting in the twilight

Geese @ twilight

Dawn

I’m flying to Germany tomorrow. Spunk helped me pack.

Spunk posing for Laurie

“What do you mean I can’t go?”

Sunset

Beaver

A beaver swam in the shallows, while cranes were taking a break on their way north.

Beaver stopped in front of us to get a snack. He paid no attention to us.

Dusk

Slappin’ & Hootin’

March 6, 2026March 7, 2026 Timothy Price28 Comments

A tiny bit of color at dawn

Beaver swimming and slapping

Osric Owl was giving a hoot

Showing his cute bowtie while hooting

Sunrise

Gwendolyn

Silver

Sunset

The stragglers

Cloud-Like Layers

March 1, 2026March 1, 2026 Timothy Price22 Comments

NIght sky

Cloud-like layers hang in the air
Silence, once jet noise, rings of freedom
To get from here to there in hours’ time
The send from there to here for just a few dimes
Guaranteed delivery by next-day air
Supply chain in the physical cloud
Knights in white satin?
Exhausted to deliver
Us along with the goods
A lifeline for our way of life

Gwendoly working on a load of dirt and leaves

Dusk

Marble hogging the cheese

Cranes reflecting before they fly north

Line Dancing With The Stars

February 28, 2026March 1, 2026 Timothy Price27 Comments

The moon dancing around in line with Pullox and Castor. A jetline on the left, Jupiter on the right.

A few stars

What’s El Vato checking out?

Did you guess?

Loki iridescenting it the sunshine

Spunk tried to be iridescent. Fail!

While we were out in the garden, Spunk brought his tail out and blessed the deck.

Loki

Fuzzy moon

Sunset

A two-headed Gooseness monster in a sea of red.

Red hue at dusk

Mélange Monday

February 23, 2026February 23, 2026 Timothy Price28 Comments

Can you find Mama Owl in the trees?

Cranes stretching at dawn

Silver, Marble, Spunk

Sunset

Dusk

If The Shoe Fits

February 21, 2026 Timothy Price30 Comments

Not a cloud in the sky

Jake and I ran into a sassy Roadrunner on our afternoon walk.

He stopped to sun himself for a few minutes.

Ready to pounce

Jake tried on the lost shoe to see if, by chance, he was Dogerella!

Cranes foraging on the edge of the bosque

Windy

February 18, 2026 Timothy Price26 Comments

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.

Love & VD

February 14, 2026 Timothy Price26 Comments

Sunrise on VD

Besides making a great name for a rock band, Love & VD seemed an appropriate title for VD. The popularity of both in 2026 may be in question as fewer people have been hooking up and shacking up in recent years. For old, married folk, there is plenty of romance to be found in a heart-shaped pizza!