
My Saturday morning project was to install a post and fencing for a Jake Gate to keep Jake from wandering down the road when we want to leave him outside roaming around the property.

Redbud turned yellow

Genda with Spunk’s tail



Flying V


Dawn

Noon

Afternoon



Bloomin’ Blooms

No cranes

A lone crane flew in

Can you find the lone crane in this photo?

It’s on the rocks!

No red on the Sandias tonight

A gang of scrawny-looking teenagers at Fourth of July Point. They probably fell behind and were left on their own to make their way north.

Five cranes flew over the teenage crane’s cuckoo’s nest

Sunset

pTerodactyl in the Twilight

Pre-dawn




Truth be told, I got distracted by clouds again.

Dawn




February’s Snow Moon is a “Micromoon” this year. It will be at its farthest point from the Earth on the 24th, which will be about 252,225 miles (405,917 Km).



I forgot about the pTerodactyl. What can I say, pTerodactyls happen!



The cranes were flapping their wings while wading in the river.




Sunset



pTerodactyl was still in the ditch in the dark.

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



Dawn

“Loki, it’s lookin’ into your quiet eyes – silent tears
Silent as the night you deserted me…”
“Have you been listening to Golden Earring again, Silver?” “Yeah! What about it, Loki?”
“You’re a creep! You’re a weirdo! What the hell are you doing here singing Golden Earring songs to me?”



Hmmm! What’s this dingle dongle dangling down before me?

GRRrrrrr!




And yet another cheese standoff.





Snowy Egret


Chewed on by a porcupine.


Canadian Geese @ dusk

