Hey! Paparazzo! Looki. See? We need more juggin’ water! ¿Sí?
Silver: “You’re fast, Loki! I’m outta here!”
Our guard Hummingbird. He sits at the top of the Chitalpa, and if any suspicious-looking characters come around, he attacks them.
Owl Newz
Nora on the left. Hungry Willa and Walter in the middle. Osric on the right
Nora was on her branch giving sweet, higher pitched hoots to Osric, who was about 100 feet from her at the top of a tree. We figured she was giving him a grocery list.
Osric gave Nora a gopher. Hmmm! Could be a song!
When Osric brought Nora the critters, it was after dusk, so I only got a few halfway clear shots that I lightened up in post processing so we can see what the owls were up to.
Osric flew off and came back with a packrat.
My what big claws you have, Nora!
After Nora flew over to the nest, Osric flew in, dropped off the packrat in the nest and flew off. Apparently, Nora’s grocery list was for gopher and packrat.
Progression of the sunset tonight.
WARNING! WARNING! Snake photos below!
Me with Blue Boa
Many of you thought that bullsnake was huge. Now Blue is what I would call a huge snake.
I don’t believe I have ever posted a photo of myself with Blue Boa. I don’t handle her much because of my compromised immune system. The results of a recent blood test showed my white counts and absolute nuetrofils are low again. Reptiles carry salmonella, so people with compromised immune systems s should not handle them much.
Laurie took the photos. Blue Boa was squirming around a lot.
Spunk thinks he much better looking than that stinking snake.
The Rio Grande is down about four feet, exposing a carved-up beach.
A black and white bovine at sunset.
While I was checking the status of irrigation water under the peach tree, this hummingbird was en garde, buzzing me, hoovering in my face, and perching less than an arm’s length away to keep a close eye on me. I get this strange feeling there might be a nest in the peach tree.
Hare date 8-15 in the blessed year of our mother goddess Freyja two-thousand twenty-two. The human who walks around shooting everyone with a Bazooka was trying to irrigate. After the water that came flooding in, and forced me out of my culvert, stopped, the bazooka-wielding Paparazzo walked out to the Acequia Madre and discovered the water had stopped running in the mother ditch. Word had it that the giant diesel pumps up north that fill the Acequia Madre from the Rio Grande went south, so now il Paparazzo has to finish irrigating in the wee hours of the morning under the crescent smile of Máni.
He thought he was off to school to be tutored But off to the vet, he went, to get neutered Now he’s sad, half the dog he used to be They put on a cone, adding insult to injury When Buddy recovers from this trauma They will fix his third eyelid and end that drama He will be a new dog, like a new day Oh Buddy you have come a long way
Morning moons
Surprise! Daddy Owl dropped in for a visit.
Daddy Owl eyeing the hummer perched on the branch below him.
Off Center & Not Even 