The smaller owl was out of the tree on the ditchbank when Jake and I went on our early morning walk. Three coyotes were eyeing the owlet. I chased off the coyotes, ran home with Jake, grabbed a box, ran back, put the owl in the box, took it home, put it in the library, covered it and shut the door so the cats wouldn’t bother it. Luckily, Daddy Owl did not attack me, and Mama Owl was nowhere to be seen. I took the owlet to Animal Rescue in Albuquerque.
Daddy Owl watching th grounded owlet.
Owlet in the box
Sunrise
Lesser Goldfinch
The three coyotes were playing on the ditch bank across the ditch from the owlet’s tree when Jake and I resumed our walk.
We rode the train to Freinsheim, Rhineland-Palatinate, for another blooming spring festival. The people were cool, and I met an older woman who grew up in Freinsheim while walking through the apple orchards. She did not speak English, and although I made it clear, I don’t speak Germanl, but she bent my ear anyway. We communicated fairly well. She explained how the apple trees are blooming 40 days earlier than normal, which explained the cuttings from the pruned tree being in full bloom. The farmers pruned the budding trees, and the cuttings bloomed out of desperation. I also got her to explain how they irrigate the orchards and rows of freshly planted cabbage and lettuce she pointed out and identified as we walked by. When we caught up to Tristan, the woman had another captive ear who could converse much better than I could. She was really sweet to talk to us, an she seemed to need people to talk to.
Sinrise
One of Tristan’s neighbor’s gnome
Another neightor’s mushrooms
I saw more Great Tits on my morning walk before heading to Freinsheim.
“All aboard!” Only us usins were on the train that came from Homburg.
Just another rock in the wall!
Freisheim has an intact medieval wall.
White Stork
Then the festival went to the blooming birds.
Hallo Paparazzo, ich sehe dich!
Bloomin’ blooming cuttings
For those people who didn’t want to walk
Gray Heron
This Eurasian Kestrel was fanning its tail and fluttering its wings to tread air like a giant hummingbird. I’ve never seen a raptor tread air before today.
Eurasian Kestrel
Common Buzzard
Eurasion Magpie
Whatcha Carion, Crow?
Another Eurasion Kestrel
Lizard love on the tracks at golden hour
Atlas put himself behind bars. He was feeling like a kriminal Kitty.
Off Center & Not Even 