Owl diving at dusk
Talented talons
It’s half the moon it used to be. 46.6% Waning Crescent 6:19 am February 4, 2021.
Tag: Moon
Muskrat, Mama, Moon
Muskrat
Mama
68.3% Waning Gibbous behind a thin layer of clouds at 6:05 am February 2, 2021.
All That Remains
We have a real mystery on our hands with the mess left at the back door of the office. I’ll put the blame on La Llorona since there is an old acequia that runs under the parking lot about 50 feet from this mess.
“Don’t look at me! I didn’t eat no stinking human!”
78.9% Waning Gibbous. 6:15 am February 1, 2021.
First Full Moon of 2021
The clouds were still hanging low behind the Sandias when the first full moon of 2021 rose cost to 6:00 pm tonight. Between the brightness of the full moon and the clouds, my lenses had trouble finding a sharp edge to get a sharp focus. I miss the old days when I could dial a lens to infinity and the moon would be in focus. I didn’t have to deal with finding edges in bright objects to focus on.
Mama Owl sunny side up
Uncropped photo taken from the irrigation ditch bank right under the owls just before sunset.
Cropped photo of Owls taken after sunset from the levee near the Tangle Heart tree.
Thinking About Snowing
A dusting of snow on the Sandias
Following in someone’s footsteps
Snow on trees. Towers in the clouds.
Southwestern sky
Not so lonely dove
Snow is forecast
Owls were well hidden tonight
The moon is starting to get full of itself
Gwendolyn
Gwendolyn is more adventurous than Glenda, but not into modeling like Glenda. She doesn’t hold still for long unless she is napping in a cubby or lounging in some other difficult to photograph location. She is always playful, but when I get the camera out she skedaddles under the bed, behind the couch, under a chair, wherever she is out of camera range. This afternoon I got her to come out from under the bed and give me some cute poses. Thank you, Gwendolyn.
Intermission: The wild sky this afternoon.
Moon in the rough. January 23, 2021.
The Pterodactyl On The Tangle Heart Tree
On the 29th day of January, the Owls said to me: “Look! There’s a Pterodactyl on the Tangle Heart Tree.” I turned around and sure enough, the Pterodactyl was perched on the Tangle Heart Tree.
The Pterodactyl flew off into the sunset.
I checked out the cranes grazing on the east bank of the Rio Grande.
After the clouds cleared the half-moon hung in the sky.
Yesterday’s Birds
Moon in Tangle Heart Tree at sunset
We have cloud cover tonight with snow predicted by early morning. Therefore, I’m posting the birds I photographed yesterday.
Flicker at the tiptop of Susan’s Tree at dawn.
Actually, there were two flickers at the tiptop of Susan’s Tree at dawn.
The other flicker.
Owls’ Backs
The Canadian Geese complained that I have not been giving them enough attention.
The Pter in a tangle.
Downy Woodpecker
Grazing
Cooper’s Hawk in the top of a cottonwood between the clearwater ditch and the irrigation ditch.
Landings
“How do you like my impersonation of a Crane?” Oh, Spunk! I think you look more like Chupacabra. “What do you know stupid Paparazzo?”
“We think Spunk looks a lot like a Crane.” Who asked you Daddy and Mama Owls?
Sandhill Cranes landing at sunset. Another colorful sunset. The sliver moon was just above the trees after sunset.
Moon Eyes Venus
Mama Owl. January 11, 2021
Sandhill Crane. January 11, 2021.
Off Center & Not Even 