Between The Lines

Moonrise and Venus

Sliver Moon between the lines

Wile E. Coyote has a hangdog look in the first photo when he was on the ditch by our gate. He crossed the Clearwater ditch, ran up onto the top of the levee near where I was, and looked a little less hangdog.

Ducks in the ditch

Cranes in the Rio Grande

Contrails

Sunset

Black lace cottonwoods

Night sky

Like A Virgin In The Night

Tulip shines in white
Like a virgin in the night
She blooms and she waits

Apple orchard in bloom

Puddle ducks in the ditch

Flying saucer or cloud?

Owlets looking at Laurie and me.

Morning scene after I started the irrigation water and had all the ditches cleaned out.

Happy Tulip got a good soaking from the irrigation water.

Fat and fluffy Dove

Caution Precaution

Spunk helping Laurie with her Chaucer research by reading the Caterbury Tails written by Chaucer’s cat Argos.

Eyes are upon you
Peeking through the heated grates
Caution Precaution

Ringo the Ring-neck Duck

“Damn! I hate it when that happens!”

Incoming

Conjunction? Not!

Behind all those clouds Jupiter and Venus were conjoining. It’s supposed to be clear on Friday morning for the second conjunction of Jupiter and Venus.

Since I couldn’t see the conjunction, I was hoping for a colorful sunrise, but no such luck.

While it might look like Daisy Duck was gabbing to Donald Duck, she was chasing insects.

A very large wasp ran up to me and then turned and retreated when I moved my foot.

Daisy and Donald kept flying by us and landing ahead of us.

Mama Owl, Tres Wowlets, and Daddy Owl.

Donald and Daisy otra vez.

Clouds over Resa’s, Tiffany’s, and Gigi’s trees in the late afternoon.