Sunrise through Resa’s Tree
Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower
Spunk asleep at the wheel.
Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.
I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.
Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.
Spunk gloving
Sunset
Cheetah in the clouds
Dawn
Lounging on the floor… As the paparazzo snaps… Stretch a photo op
Loki: “Abracadabra, fiddle and yawn…”
“Holy crap! My legs are gone!”
Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.
Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”
Breast Cancer Rose
Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”
Line of cats
Thunderstorm
Sliver Moon in a V.
Spider Lily
Cheese line
Bloody knife
Clouds at noon
Looking south
Birds on wires
The cheese line
Crab Spider on the Spider Lily
Cat
Bumblebee
Cat
Butterfly
Cat
Sunset
Cats: “Just a little kiss, Spunk?” “Cut it out, Silver!”
Dusk
Spunk
Loki with a case of cater-mortis
Sunset
Tools Of The Trade
Loki: “WTF!”
Wishful Thinking, Fool!
I weighed myself
Hundred sixty-six point six
Devilishly low
Sunrise
Laurie made chocolate bark
Spunk napping in dappled sun
New Peonie
Old Peonie
Loki
Soft pink rose
Gwendolyn and Loki
Jumping spider
Loki was thinking when Cater Mortis set in. Luckily, he snapped out of it. That was close, Loki!
Iris before and after Laurie whacked back Dr Huey. Dr. Huey was getting out of hand with long canes that were getting blown around and breaking the iris.
Resa looked up American Badgers and discovered they are on the endangered species list. Tristan said that’s because they are dangerous, mean, and grumpy. Craig piped in, “They will eat your face off!” I told them our badger is sweet. She said that the Cheo in the Badger recognized the Cheo in me, so it saw me as another mean and grumpy badger. There are advantages to being a mean and grumpy curmudgeon (Cheo).
We saw the badger again tonight. It listened to us for a few minutes, decided we weren’t a threat, and headed off to the apple orchard to hunt gophers. I photographed it with my phone because I had forgotten to check the batteries on the Bazooka’s camera body. Stupid paparazzo, as the critters like to say.
Close to sunset
