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Posts with photos of Notre Dame taken in July 2018 and May/June 2013:
Bells
https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/10/bells
Gone With the Gargoles
https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/7/gone-with-the-gargoyles
Contraband From Notre Dame
https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/7/contraband-from-notre-dame
The Twelve
https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/7/the-twelve
Gargoyle in a Bubble
https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/7/gargoyle-in-a-bubble
Another Saturday Night in a Life
https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2017/3/another-saturday-in-a-life
A Dark Day for Paris
https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2015/11/dark-day-for-paris
France Day 29
https://offcenternoteven.com/2013/06/10/france-day-29-on-a-boat/
Paris Day Four
https://offcenternoteven.com/2013/05/16/france-day-4-paris-free-day/
Paris Day Three
https://offcenternoteven.com/2013/05/14/france-day-2-paris/

The first line of Only The Good Dye Young, by Billy Joel, is “Come out, Virginia, don’t let me wait”. When I checked on this mama owl that has a nest in a cottonwood about a 3/4 of a mile north of us last week, it was cold and the owlet was trying to get under its Mama; therefore, all I got were photos of its fluffy tail end. This afternoon Mama was sitting on the edge of the nest, and I could see the tip top of the owlet’s fuzzy head. Since the binomial name for Great Horned Owls is Bubo virginianus, I borrowed the line from Billy Joel and said “Come out, Virginia, don’t make me wait.” As I changed my position under the cottonwood, I saw an eye peak out from one side of the “V” at the edge of the nest. From there, the owlet and Mama got into a variety of cute poses for me. They we quite animated in the bright, hot sun.











Spunk can’t simply drink milk out of a saucer like other cats. He has to make sure whoever might be working on the computer will notice that he’s drinking milk out of a saucer.



What is that paparazzo doing to that “poor innocent guitar”, as Laurie likes to say? Listen to the The Capsaicin Club for clues.
Stay tuned for the video.








I was trying to get Beaker to pose for me when Spunk made it very clear that photographing a stinking bird in his presence is completely unacceptable behavior for me to be engaged in. Then Beaker got all ruffled over having me with a camera and Spunk in his face.

