
Dawn

Spunk Art at 4:00 am


Spunk Art at 6:00 am



Big Bend

Spunk Art at 8:00 am

Sunset


Dusk

Mama Owl at dusk

Jake turned 9 today. For some reason, I thought he would be turning 7, but no. He is 9, and old man like me. He got to sleep in for his birthday. We had leftover pizza for breakfast. Jake got the pizza bones (the crust) after his regular breakfast. We went out for our morning walk at noon.

We walked down to the beach, and Scoopy took Jake for a scoop on the wet sand.


Then Jake claimed his own island in the middle of the Rio Grande.



He made a couple of laps around the beach in celebration of his island.

Jake was a little dirty, a little tired, but satisfied with his birthday celebration on the beach. The rest of our walk was uneventful.

On our evening walk, Jake romped with a miniature Austrian Shepherd and made a new Japanese friend.

Dusk

Daddy Owl hooted “Happy Birthday, Jake” from the top of a tree.

Dusk sky







Cats: “Cheese is always a mystery!”
Paparazzo: “As mysterious as cheese is to you cats, cheese is not the mystery.”

Jake and I ventured off down another coyote trail. We went as far as we could go and discovered a pair of shovels.

Cats: “Not a pair of shovels! Those shovels are not what one would use in a kitty litter box. Where do you think the body is buried?”
Paparazzo: “Good question, kitties. I was asking myself the same question.”

“Don’t look at me! I had nothing to do with it.”


“Those are suspicious-looking ‘Hightops’!”

“I saw no evil. Heard no evil, and I don’t give a bloody hoot about no buried bodies or stinking evil!”

“We’re with you, Daddy Owl! Who has time to give a bloody hoot about another stinking shovel mystery?”


Edge of the Aurora last night.

Dawn

Venus

Daddy Owl at Dawn

No mist this morning


Marble @ Sunrise




Bowie & Jake @ Susan’s

Spunk

Sunset

Glenda


Spunk and Gwendolyn


Silver

Sasha

Cranes @ dusk

Shey’s Smexy* Tree


Daddy Owl @ Dusk
*Shehanne Moore writes Smexy Historical Romance novels.