Grounded

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.

Sunset

The lone owlet

Venus made a brief appearance through the clouds.

Jupiter and the crescent moon.

A Sliver Moonrise

The river and sky were blue at twilight

Jake and I stood on the edge of the river at twighlight and watched the Sliver Moon rise this morning.

The Sliver Moon did not get to rise very high before it was swallowed by Dawn.

Osric Owl. Nora and Osric

Cranetrail

Quite A Surprise

After we came home last night, I opened the door to the bedroom and there was a bird flying around in the dark. Before I could turn on the bedroom light, it flew into the bathroom. When I turned on the light in the bathroom, it was a Western Screech Owl. 

I offered my hand like I do to our birds, and told him to step up. He stepped up onto my hand with his sharp claws and iron grip. I lifted him up and he hopped over to the towel rack where we photographed him. I stroked his feathers behind his head while I talked to him, and then checked to see if he was injured.  He did not seem to be injured, so I put on a glove and tried to get him to step onto my gloved hand so I could take him outside and let him go.  He did not like the glove, and bit it while he held tightly onto the towel rack. I finally got him into a sweater box, covered it with the towel, and took him outside to let him go. He refused to fly out of the box, so I offered my hand, he stepped up on it, I lifted him toward the sky, ad he flew off.

It’s a real mystery how he got into our bedroom. He had to get on the deck, which he could through the 4-inch vents near the top of the roof. Then he would have to get through two cat doors to get to the bedroom. Even though screech owls are small, I believe he is too large for a cat to carry in through the cat doors without the cat getting injured by the owl’s sharp claws and iron grip, and the owl getting injured by the cat. 

I think like Spunk disappearing for a month, Sasquatch and the scoop shovel, the Screech Owl in the bedroom will remain a mystery.

Screechy is a handsome little guy. Not happy with il paparazzo taking pics of him.

Laurie’s GIF gives you a sense of scale. He is full grown. He started to relax and closed one eye while I stroked him.

Sasquatch Sees the Sorry State of the Scoop Shovel

Twilight

His shadow waned with the moon
As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn
He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel
Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost
A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side
To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D
Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate
Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora
Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear
Time to work on this year’s brood
Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!

Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”

Black laced trees under a wintery sky

Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole

Light snow falls on the Sandias at dusk

Critter Fest

Our morning walk started with a beautiful crescent moon peeking through the clouds.

Clouds capped the Sandias.

Lots of cranes huddled together at dawn

The beavers were up early and splashing a warning that there was a dangerous paparazzo with a big yellow dog standing near the edge of the water.

A Bosque Bunny was up early, also.

Sunrise

Kitties: “It’s too early and too cold for you to be pestering us, pesky Paparazzo!”

Don’t you think it’s a little early to be hitting the catnip, Silver?

Spunk: “What are you looking at me for? Jake did it!”

Jake: “I didn’t do it! I swear! I’m telling you the truth. You know Spunk is lying. He’s always trying to get me in trouble.”

It looks like you got caught in the mosquito net again, Jake.

Sunset

The morning clouds left a dusting of snow on the crest.

Daddy Owl @ dusk

La La Bazooka

Venus and Sliver Moon at Dawn

Owlet

I pulled out the Bazooka lens to get some close-up and clear shots of the owlets.

Nora Owl waiting for Osric Owl to bring dinner

Osric Owl

Owlet shivering with anticipation, waiting for dinner.

Sunset