A tiny bit of color at dawn
Beaver swimming and slapping
Osric Owl was giving a hoot
Showing his cute bowtie while hooting
Sunrise
Gwendolyn
Silver
Sunset
The stragglers
Slappin’ & Hootin’
Tag: Osric Owl
Sasquatch Sees the Sorry State of the Scoop Shovel
Twilight
His shadow waned with the moon
As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn
He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel
Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost
A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side
To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D
Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate
Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora
Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear
Time to work on this year’s brood
Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!
Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”
Black laced trees under a wintery sky
Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole
Light snow falls on the Sandias at dusk
La La Bazooka
Venus and Sliver Moon at Dawn
Owlet
I pulled out the Bazooka lens to get some close-up and clear shots of the owlets.
Nora Owl waiting for Osric Owl to bring dinner
Osric Owl
Owlet shivering with anticipation, waiting for dinner.
Sunset
Wañusqakunamanta
WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.
Wañusqakunamanta*
By Timothy Price
Sacrificed
To the gods
Drown in the madness of his name
Smell of the dead
And their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos
I can’t feel the sea on Arkos
Embrace the truth
And shake us free
Make us free to rise in the end
Meet a person
Of great heart
In custody to persevere
But the devil’s in the way
Yes, the devil’s in the way
Why’s the devil’s in the way
He digs down to the core
To the flesh
And
To the bones
V for Venus
Cranes couldn’t care less
Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot
Sandias @ the Beach
*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.
Walter And Willa Move South
Sandias at sunset
May’s Flower Moon in the clouds
Osric looking handsome
Willa looked like she had an itch to scratch
Will having a little trouble with her balance
Willa looking lovely
Nora Has dinner
Nora preparing dinner
Nora: “Oops! Looks like I dropped dinner. Sure Enough!” Walter: “I can’t believe you dropped dinner!”
Willa and Walter
Willa doing the Funky Chicken
Walter’s crash landing
Willa, being an Angel
Can you find Osric in the above photo?
Osric Owl
Can you find Willa and Walter in the above photo?
Sunset
Madge The Badge Is A Model
Sandias at sunset
We ran in David, one of our ditch bank buddies, on the way down to check on the owls. We saw him again on our way back, and he mentioned that he saw Madge the Badge and attempted to talk to her, but she slipped into her hole. When we got to Madge’s mound, we said, “Hey, Madge! It’s us. Are you coming out?” She popped her head up immediately, crawled out of her hole, and posed. Laurie asked her if she was a model, and she was like, “Duh! Isn’t it obvious?” She recognized our voices and came out to visit. She’s very intelligent. If you are wondering how I know Madge is a female. I don’t know what her sex is. I’m gendering her as a female because I like the name Madge the Badge.
“You called?”
I thought Madge was talking to us without making noise. But when I processed the photos, I could see she was chewing on something.
A Black Headed Grosbeak (top) and a female Western Tanager (bottom)
Black Headed Grosbeak
Female Western Tanager
Western Bluebird
I’m not sure what Osric Owl had in his talons, but it could be the tail feather of a Cooper’s Hawk.
Nora Owl was on her favorite perch.
Willa looked disgusted that Water was nowhere to be seen.
We hadn’t seen Wile E. in a while.
Teagan Does Metal
Dawn
Night To Day. Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
I played an unplugged version of Night To Day on my freshly restored Elvis Presley Harmony guitar in my farewell to 2023 video on New Year’s Eve. I later recorded the metal version and asked Teagan if she wanted to sing it. She wasn’t sure about singing metal, but Teagan is a good sport, and she is adventurous when it comes to art and music, so she dove into the metallic pool and nailed it. Her ethereal voice is perfect for the ghostly theme of Night To Day.
If you have trouble viewing the video, you can listen to the song on SoundCloud.
Night to Day
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
[Verse 1]
I saw Sun crash to the ground
It threw colors far and wide
With yellows into reds consumed
Swallowed up by ravenous blues
[Pre-chorus]
Dusk sang dirges to the dark
Clouds ignited a fiery show
[Chorus]
See the darkness
Nighttime’s falling
Time to slumber,
But ghosts are calling
Feel the darkness
Your skin starts crawling
Who can sleep when ghosts come calling
[Verse 2]
As embers meander through the night
Shadows creep under bright moonlight
Dawn wakes colors that light the sky
Painting darkness red, yellow, blue
[Pre-chorus]
Defeating darkness that’s Eos’ way
She breathes life into one more day
[Chorus]
See the light
Ghosts dissolving
Time to rise
A new day’s calling
Feel the light
Your skin stops crawling
When you’re up to see ghosts dissolving
[Bridge]
Night to day. Day to night
Flesh and spirits, in a moment, fight
For the right to live or die
Trading places, one sacrificed
[Outro]
See the darkness
Nighttime’s falling
Time to slumber
Ghosts come calling
See the light
A new day’s calling
Time to rise, see ghosts dissolving
Rio Samba
Altissimo
Guard hummingbird en garde
Spotted Towhee in the tree. House Finch lands in the same tree. Spotted Towhee chases House Finch away.
Spotted Towhee was all proud of himself.
Nora Owl flew over where I could get better shots of her this afternoon.
Walter and Willa were in the top of the cottonwood huddled up together and dozing on and off.
Osric Owl was trying to sleep with the wind blowing his ear tufts.
We have had persistent high winds since Thursday night. Several thunderstorms blew through this afternoon dropping a quarter inch of rain, and pelting us with marble sized hail.
Flowers, Skies & Owls
Nora Owl in on of her favorite spots. She was not hooting a grocery list to Osric tonight.
Meanwhile, Osric was hanging out on his gate when he got the urge to upchuck a pellet.
Walter was chilling and giving me Maddogs on a lower branch.
Willa was hanging out near the end of a branch about 10 feet above Walter.
Sunset
Eye Eye Mr. Bowie
Mr. Bowie giving me the eyes.
Distant Drums
Tiny toad
Nora waiting for Osric to bring food for Walter and Willa.
Osric waiting to take his catch to Nora.
Weird food pass-off.
Feeding frenzy
The Christmas lights of the mirror quit working. I replaced them with a neon rope.
A Few Blooms
Iris are blooming
Honeysuckle. The out layer.
Osric on the gate listening as Nora hoots him a grocery list.
Willa and Walter were in the nest tonight. Willa ignored me for a long time.
“Oh! Hey there, Paparazzo! And there’s la Paparazza! Is that mama I hear?”
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 