Pre-dawn
Workers have cleared the underbrush and cut down dead trees in the bosque along the levee. I feared for the Tangle Heart Tree, but alas, there is a live limb on the Tangle Heart Tree, so it is safe for the time being. The area where they have cleared around the trees looks great.
Cranes streaming in pink
Night
Dawn
Cranes
Dusk
Half moon in Susan’s Tree at dawn.
Fewer cranes tonight and more teenage-sized cranes.
“Okay, Kidz! Walk this way!”
Things were ducky at sunset.
Great Blue Heron and Oseric Owl
Crane Halen
Red-winged Blackbirds basking at sunset.
Not a cloud to be seen in any direction
Moon over Sandias at sunset
“And what are you going to do about it? Jerk!”
Moon over Resa’s Tree
Pre-dawn
Truth be told, I got distracted by clouds again.
Dawn
February’s Snow Moon is a “Micromoon” this year. It will be at its farthest point from the Earth on the 24th, which will be about 252,225 miles (405,917 Km).
I forgot about the pTerodactyl. What can I say, pTerodactyls happen!
The cranes were flapping their wings while wading in the river.
Sunset
pTerodactyl was still in the ditch in the dark.
Pre-Dawn
Just when I thought it was safe to go on a walk without the distractions of clouds, coyotes, moon and cranes, they all happen.
Dawn
Clouds gone wild
This is not Wile E. Coyote. We ran into each other on the bridge over the Clearwater Ditch. I think this coyote is a female. Maybe Wile E. Coyote’s girlfriend. She is afraid of me, and says “Leave me be Sam I am! I don’t want your Paparazzo spam!”
This is Wile E. Coyote. He was standing on the levee watching me cross the bridge.
Wile E. Coyote followed me into the bosque.
Wile E. Coyote is a male. In this series he walks toward a pile of coyote crap, stops, lifts his leg to pee on it, then continues on his way.
With all the thin clouds hanging around, the Sandias turned a brilliant red tonight.
Cranes flew under the moon
Dawn
“Loki, it’s lookin’ into your quiet eyes – silent tears
Silent as the night you deserted me…”
“Have you been listening to Golden Earring again, Silver?” “Yeah! What about it, Loki?”
“You’re a creep! You’re a weirdo! What the hell are you doing here singing Golden Earring songs to me?”
Hmmm! What’s this dingle dongle dangling down before me?
GRRrrrrr!
And yet another cheese standoff.
Snowy Egret
Chewed on by a porcupine.
Canadian Geese @ dusk
Off Center & Not Even 