Crows and Sparrows sound like it could be a game, but they were hanging out in Susan’s cottonwood just before sundown.
Sparrows taking flight
another group of sparrows
Mama Owl was doing some routine maintenance on her nest tonight.
Venus at Dawn
Crow highway at dusk
Daddy Owl going “Aak! Aak! Aak!”
Daddy owl let me get close again tonight, and he paused from posing to puke up a pellet. I felt honored to be part of his pellet puking circle.
Back to posing.
The moon is a little over half full tonight at 64.3%.
Since we had cloud cover for the first two days I would have seen the sliver moon, I only have the seven moonshots so far in February.
Catching air
From the Ministry of Silly Walks on Water.
Sunset looking to the southeast over the Rio Grande.
Trees and clouds at dusk looking northwest from the levee.
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
9ºF (-12.8ºC) at Dawn
Tommy Towhee puffed at 17ºF (-8.3ºC)
Crow and Clouds
Sunset at 17ºF (-8.3ºC) looking north on the levee
A bit of cold color through the trees looking west
Sliver moon at dusk
Dawn
Hey! Paparazzo! Would you put down that stupid camera and listen to me already?
Look! I’m being cute, but I’m losing patience with you. Enough! Prepare to die Paparazzo!
Dusk
Clouds were blowing by quickly at dawn. We had some of the wildest clouds I have witnessed after sunset tonight.
On her blue gessoed canvas
She brushes swaths of red
Splashes on the yellow
Orange from the mix
A lavender wash hosts
White stripes of clouds from trails
Her colors silhouetting trees
Geese and cranes flying free
My friend Ron, who was born four days after me in the same hospital, we grew up together, and there is not I time that we can remember not knowing each other, sent me a photo of my horoscope as part of his wishing me a happy birthday. He commented that 41 days was an odd number of days to be extraordinarily lucky. Forty-one is truly an odd number, and prime, as it is only divisible by 1 and 41, and I told him it was odd because it was between Biblical and the answer to life, the universe, and everything. The horoscope is very positive. Another interesting aspect of the horoscope is that the first four of my lucky numbers add up to be my age, and the fifth number is Biblical.
I ended up doing a lot of errands on the way home from work, and a lot of different chores after I got home this afternoon. The weather was clouds moving through, being pushed by high winds and the temperature had dropped significantly from yesterday. Well after sundown, facing wind and cold, I walked out to the river and got photos of the cranes in the darkness, the wild clouds, and the colors lingering in the dusk.
Harry Harrier, a Harrier Hawk, was zooming back and forth above me at dusk.
There are fewer cranes as they are starting to head north.
pTerodactyl at dusk.
More hangers-on
Daddy Owl is not perching for long at dusk. He is flying off in search of food for Mama Owl.
The pTerodactyl looking beautifully blue-gray in the twilight.
Are you there in the darkness Mama Owl?
Yes, she is there sitting on her eggs.
Off Center & Not Even 