Morning Moon

Pre-dawn

Morning moon

Doppel sleeping on Laurie at 5:00 a.m.

Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn

Another broken cottonwood

Jake

Doppel happy to be safe and secure inside.

A little color at sunset

Dusk

Baby Bullsnake at dusk

Daddy Owl

Spidery cloud at dusk

Venus

Doppel loves to snuggle

On The Fly

Harry

Sunrise @ Beaver Point

Sunrise @ The Beach

Flycatcher on a plateau

Sunrise from an island north of The Beach.

The Rio Grande is slowly drying up. I was able to wade across the shallow point above and walk out onto an island north of the beach.

I spotted a Spotted Sandpiper

Snowy Egret flew by

Tres Globos Amigos

Wildflower

Loki on the fly

Jake outdoors

Jake indoors

Cheez Please! Who goes there?

Veterans Honor

Spunk having a cat nap

Sunset

New perspective from another island that became available.

Sharks splashing in the shallows

Dusk

With A Little Help From His Friends

Sasha trying to wake up at dawn

Mama Owl was giving me the tail while feeding The Lone Owlet this morning.

Jetties in the glow of the almost rising sun

A dragon over Resa’s Wolf Tree

Spunk and Jake

Snapping turtle on the irrigation ditch bank

When Jake and I went out for our afternoon walk, my neighbor, Sara, and a cyclist were pondering the snapping turtle on the irrigation ditch bank, headed away from the Clearwater ditch and river. Sara got an old horse feed bag, we got the snapping turtle in the sack, and I carried him to the river. 

He was looking very dry, but still had a lot of snap in him.

He was still upset over being bagged and carried to the river, so he gave me a menacing look.

Sunset

After he got into the river, he stretched out and soaked under sunset clouds.

Jake watching the turtle soak in the shallows.

The turtles view of the sunset

Spunk

Happy Bowie

8:30 AM

Shadowing

We spent a wonderful afternoon at Susans’ for Memorial Day We even got rain!

Bowie was happy to see us.

Bowie demonstrated his head in a jar crawl.

Bowie’s view of Jake as he puts his head in the jar.

Sunset from the east side of Albuquerque

Daytime

Spunk and Silver

We met on nice horse on our mid-morning walk

Jake chillin’ in the shade

Silver

Loki

Jake: “I say! I say! You’re boring me boy!”

Comorant hanging out in the middle of the river

Sunset

On the Wrong Foot

Interesting result

Jake tried to get me up at our normal walk time, which with the time change was 5:00 a.m. I told him to go back to bed. He had to wait until the afternoon to go on a walk because I had a lot to do in the morning and early afternoon. The afternoon was beautiful. We got in a three-mile walk. Surprisingly, we only saw a couple walking their dog and two cyclists for being such a beautiful afternoon. 

Silver, Glenda and Sasha stayed in bed longer than Spunk, Marble and I did. Spunk and Marble would have stayed in bed if I hadn’t gotten up.

I saw this Shelby Cobra on the way home from the store this morning. I can’t tell if it’s authentic, but it’s a great-looking car.

Spunk thinking about life, the universe, and everything after we got out of bed this morning.

Jake was seeing if the perpetual sneaker on the coyote that only coyotes, Jake, and I seem to walk on, would fit his right paw. He discovered that he got it on the wrong foot.

Almost got goosed by a couple of geese doing a close fly-by!

“What’s the password, Paparazzo? Sorry! ‘What? I don’t need no stinking password!’ is not the password. Ya wanna try again?”

Spunk

Lead a Horse to Water

Vato Kitty is convalescing at Laurie’s parents’ house after sustaining some serious wounds from fighting.

I showed some riders how to get to the river bed on their horses.

Jake trying to catch a little shade.

“Hey, Paparazzo! What did you do with that roadrunner you shot yesterday?”
“Look out! He’s Right behind you!”

“Talk to the tail! Stupid paparazzo!”

Dragon Tree

If The Shoe Fits

Not a cloud in the sky

Jake and I ran into a sassy Roadrunner on our afternoon walk.

He stopped to sun himself for a few minutes.

Ready to pounce

Jake tried on the lost shoe to see if, by chance, he was Dogerella!

Cranes foraging on the edge of the bosque