8:30 AM
Shadowing
We spent a wonderful afternoon at Susans’ for Memorial Day We even got rain!
Bowie was happy to see us.
Bowie demonstrated his head in a jar crawl.
Bowie’s view of Jake as he puts his head in the jar.
Sunset from the east side of Albuquerque
Sunrise
Jake
Loki
Gaurd Hummingbird
Daddy Owl
Sunset
Spunk and Silver
We met on nice horse on our mid-morning walk
Jake chillin’ in the shade
Silver
Loki
Jake: “I say! I say! You’re boring me boy!”
Comorant hanging out in the middle of the river
Sunset
Dawn
Sunrise
A Peacock Butterfly with a piece of its wing missing
I didn’t do it! I swear! I didn’t bite the peacock butterfly.
Eurasian Blackbird
Squirrel Nutkin again
European Robin
European Robin in silhouette
Gray Heron overhead
Atlas: “Why don’t you ever bring any of those birdies home for me, Paparazzo?”
Goldcrest
Freyja: “What about me?”
Illusive Eurasian Jay
Tree over the trail
Sunset
Bedtime
Rock Pipit
Great Tit
Common Sparrow
Common Buzzard
Interesting result
Jake tried to get me up at our normal walk time, which with the time change was 5:00 a.m. I told him to go back to bed. He had to wait until the afternoon to go on a walk because I had a lot to do in the morning and early afternoon. The afternoon was beautiful. We got in a three-mile walk. Surprisingly, we only saw a couple walking their dog and two cyclists for being such a beautiful afternoon.
Silver, Glenda and Sasha stayed in bed longer than Spunk, Marble and I did. Spunk and Marble would have stayed in bed if I hadn’t gotten up.
I saw this Shelby Cobra on the way home from the store this morning. I can’t tell if it’s authentic, but it’s a great-looking car.
Spunk thinking about life, the universe, and everything after we got out of bed this morning.
Jake was seeing if the perpetual sneaker on the coyote that only coyotes, Jake, and I seem to walk on, would fit his right paw. He discovered that he got it on the wrong foot.
Almost got goosed by a couple of geese doing a close fly-by!
“What’s the password, Paparazzo? Sorry! ‘What? I don’t need no stinking password!’ is not the password. Ya wanna try again?”
Spunk
The wind blew away Dawn’s color
Buddy giving the old pesky paparazzo a “Squint like Clint” look. “Go ahead, punk! Make my day!”
There was a little more color at sunset.
Jake turned 9 today. For some reason, I thought he would be turning 7, but no. He is 9, and old man like me. He got to sleep in for his birthday. We had leftover pizza for breakfast. Jake got the pizza bones (the crust) after his regular breakfast. We went out for our morning walk at noon.
We walked down to the beach, and Scoopy took Jake for a scoop on the wet sand.
Then Jake claimed his own island in the middle of the Rio Grande.
He made a couple of laps around the beach in celebration of his island.
Jake was a little dirty, a little tired, but satisfied with his birthday celebration on the beach. The rest of our walk was uneventful.
On our evening walk, Jake romped with a miniature Austrian Shepherd and made a new Japanese friend.
Dusk
Daddy Owl hooted “Happy Birthday, Jake” from the top of a tree.
Dusk sky
Scoopy tried the Scoopcan mind-meld with Jake at dawn.
Played mind games at dawn
Mind meld and transporter failed
Held fast to the beach
Scoopy tried to abscond with Jake to another dimension.
Scoopy: “I have your back, Jake!”
Silver: “Hey, Paparazzo! What does it take for a kitty to get some shut-eye around here?”
Neither hither nor thither
Over hill nor dale had he come
To be found lying face down
In a state of perpetual dither
Scooped up into the nether
He was lost
But on the fourth day
He fell back to earth
Dropped by the ether
Under the influence
Of a blue moon
So bright
What’s one to do?
Other than continue the saga
Of Scoopy on a frozen beach
Waiting a spring thaw
Glenda
Glenda, again
Off Center & Not Even 