Western Bluebird taking off with a bug
Male and female Western Bluebirds. They seem to be a pair of lovebirds.
Matt & Leslie’s new Husky Cross they rescued. Her name is Sasha. She looks a little like our wolf, Mosby.
“Whatcha looking at?”
“Talk to the tail feathers, Paparazzo!”
While the crowd and owlets were waiting for Mama Owl to bring dinner, she was perched on a tree looking for something to catch for dinner.
Jupiter, Venus, Mars, and Saturn for breakfast.
Jupiter, Venus, and Mars
I wonder what we are having for dinner?
Oh boy! Mama brought us a gopher!
Mama got in the nest and started feeding the owlets bits of gopher.
The biggest owlet climbed out of the nest while Mama still fed gopher bits to the other owlets.
Buddy is Wowled out. But there is still more to go, Buddy!
The next owlet got out of the nest, Mama fed the littlest owlet a few more gopher bits then she got out of the nest.
All three watched the smallest owlet gnaw on the gopher before Mama flew off to look for another gopher.
The two older owlets hung out on the edge for a while before one jumped back into the nest. The third owlet pondered the nest. It was getting dark when the feeding frenzy started, is was dark while the third owlet pondered, so we left it looking at its sibling.
Afternoon clouds looking southeast.
Looking west just before sundown.
Morning skies
Loki: “Stupid dogs!”
Intermission. ????
Spunk: “Stupid dog!” Sasha: “Double stupid dog!”
Afternoon Skies
Sun at sunset
Cary drove his Lincoln land barge to the house tonight. Laurie said “You know how your memories of most things are larger than what they really are? That Lincoln is larger than I remember!” Her grandmother drove Lincoln Continentals. Either way, it’s one big car, and what I found amazing is it has a working 8-track tape deck and, even more amazing, Cary has 8-track tapes. I had an 8-track tape deck in the first car I bought in 1975, a 1966 Rambler American. I hated 8-track tapes because if I forgot to eject the tape cartridge before I turned on to our rough dirt road, the tape deck would eat the tape. I had an 8-track recorder at home in the 70s, and I used to record my favorite songs onto 8-track tapes from records (playlists today) to play in the car. At least when a tape got eaten by the tape deck, I could record another one.
The little Coot that Couldn’t. I’ve never seen this Coot fly. He’s good at walking on water.
Jake getting a leg up doing doggie yoga in the great outdoors.
Meet Buddy. He’s a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and he’s our newest staff member. We have not been able to find sufficient staff, so we’ve gone to the dogs for new hires. Buddy is young and impressionable, therefore, we can train him in his office doggie duties.
Being so young, he’s not quite up to full-time work and fell asleep on the job. Buddy is Ailene’s dog. Her husband died last month after battling cancer for a year. She got a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel because they are easygoing, people-oriented dogs. Buddy spent the morning in my office while Ailene was at a meeting.
I took a walk around the long block (about a mile to get all the way around) at the office today. The clouds were excellent from the east and the west.
Daddy Owl at dusk.
Purple Dawn
Dusk
I ordered an Ibanez multi-scale 5-string bass in the middle of August. I just got it last week. I was thinking the fanned frets on the fingerboard would help my poor arthritic fingers. Why not get a fretless bass, you might ask? I did consider that, but I like having frets. I’ve been practicing with it and I finally got time to record two new songs this weekend. The one I recorded today I’m calling “The Bass” and I put it together with video of Jake chasing a stick and rolling in the dirt. It’s a jazzy piece. The other song I named “Black Widow” is very hard and dark. I don’t have a video for it unless I do a visualization. I’ll post it at another time after I figure out if I’ll at video or go with the audio.
The multi-scale fingerboard is a lot easier for me to play and my fingers and hands are not hurting or swollen beyond normal after hours of playing and recording. I played the Ibanez multi-scale 7-string guitar on the recording.
Jake during thanks for the meal he didn’t get any of.
The Mallards are happy to have water in the clearwater ditch again.
Taking flight.
Jake was having a ball running and shaking on the beach.
The Sandias from the beach. Clouds over the Rio Grande. Beaver Dam in the clearwater ditch
Cranes grazing in the orchard.
Today is Laurie’s birthday and the second day of the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta with a mass ascension.
Off Center & Not Even 