…along about a Saturday night!
I caught Jack Sparrow taking a bath in the irrigation ditch.
Dip. Flap and flutter. ¡Hasta las vista! Paparazzo!”
A Lesser Goldfinch was banging a seed on the branch to get it open and then holding it in its beak before it flew off. Click on photos to enlarge.
Western Bluebird and a Flycatcher
Blue Heron. Blue day. Bird shots going my way!
Willa and Walter trying to get a little shuteye this morning.
The many faces of Willa
Sunset
One dinky cloud over Sandias. The Rio Grande is running higher and red with mud.
Nora Owl protecting Walter and Willa from the noonday sun.
Walter on the left and one-eye Willa on the right.
Eye eye Walter!
Mama in the mix
Willa in the V.
Walter
Willa
Moon
Clouds over Resa’s Tree
Sunset
Dusk
Sunrise
Whoot are you?
Owlet peeking out at the paparazzi. There was another photographer checking on the owlets.
Osric Owl’s ear tufts blowing in the wind.
Osric Owl watching a couple wth three dogs walking under his perch. He was only 10 feet above them.
The moon the day before yesterday and today.
Sunset
Red sky at morning. High wind warning
That saying is true for today. We still have high winds, as I type.
The irrigation ditch is dry.
A funny thing happened on the way to the blogosphere. Brad and I were discussing birds wishing paparazzi get struck by lightning. I noticed that all the irrigation ditches have had no water in them in the past few days, even though the river is running higher. The birds’ wishes missed the paparazzi and zapped the irrigation pumps instead. I got a text from the Mayorodomo that the irrigation pumps were down due to being struck by lightning.
Doesn’t take long to get dry, cracked earth in a dry and windy environment.
Nora Owl was secure in her nest, but we did not see Orsic Owl this afternoon.
Rough water on the Rio Grande
Puddle ducks blown up against the bank by the high winds.
Wind making waves on the water.
T=Towers
Dual dragons driving their way through the wind.
Dusty pink at sunset
Dusk
Sandias and Rio Grande at noon
Glenda
Marble the camo kitting dirtbagging. Click on her photos to enlarge.
Sasha enjoying a pleasant afternoon
Moon at dawn
Sasha heard our nephew is a “Dirtbag,” and she thought that sounded great and got all dirty in solidarity. Our nephew drives around the country Bouldering, a type of rock climbing.
Sasha refilling to bring more leaves and dirt into the house.
Sasha can be clean and cute.
Partly cloudy, on the warm side of cool (73ºF, 22.8ºC), and windy this afternoon.
Steel Panther Coffee
While making floor plans color
Workin’ and playin’
Sweet potatoes sag
With skin like an elephant
Or like sun-baked boobs
The wind started blowing hard at 8:00 PM last night and didn’t let up until 7:00 PM this evening.
A wave of clouds crashing over the Sandias this evening.
“Hey, Paparazzo! We need the jug topped off!”
“Know you don’t, Silver!”
“Hey! What’s up with you, Loki?”
“Oh Lord, hear my prayer. May Loki do a little choki!”
“Keep looking the other way, Loki!”
“Hahahaha! You got your tongue stuck, Silver?”
Dawn
Noon
Afternoon
Bloomin’ Blooms
No cranes
A lone crane flew in
Can you find the lone crane in this photo?
It’s on the rocks!
No red on the Sandias tonight
A gang of scrawny-looking teenagers at Fourth of July Point. They probably fell behind and were left on their own to make their way north.
Five cranes flew over the teenage crane’s cuckoo’s nest
Sunset
pTerodactyl in the Twilight
Night
Dawn
Cranes
Dusk
Off Center & Not Even 