Tag: owl

Hunderdth Of An Inch

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Starting off September with 100th of an inch of rain that left rings around the moon.

Pre-dawn color

Another old, broken cottonwood

Doppel doing his “Gentleman’s Kitty Quarterly” poses. He’s one cool cat!

Late afternoon

Do you see faces in the clouds?

Jake

Sunset

Daddy Owl at dusk

Tried to capture the bats buzzing me, but they flew too fast to show up in the dusk photo.

Happy Birthday, Jake

Timothy Price61 Comments

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

And Yet Another Mystery

Timothy Price30 Comments

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?”