Tag: shadows

Cats, Jake, Nails

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Spunk catnapping in pink

Gwendolyn feeling like she’s being watched

Jake: “Hey, stupid, pathetic paparazzo! You’re keeping her from scratching me behind the ears with those lovely, long, golden nails!”

Paparazzo: “Spunk! Look here. Look at the camera, Spunk! Look at me already!”

Spunk: “Can’t you see I’m looking at the Birdie! Don’t pathetic paprazzos tell people, ‘Look at the Birdie! Look at the Birdie!‘ Well, which one is it? Look at your old ugly face and your stupid camera or the beautiful Birdie perched on your finger?”

Jake’s Big Adventure

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While my car was in the shop for maintenance, Jake and I took a 3.8-mile (6.1 Km) walk down, up, and all around the Albuquerque flood diversion channel. I was surprised how much Jake liked running down and up the steep sides of the flood control channels. Whenever we came up to the top of a channel, Jake would hop onto the road and give whatever was in front of us a look of intense interest. It was like a game for Jake.

The route

Jake peed on a high-voltage transmission line pole. He thought it was electrifying.

Serious security: An electric fence behind the cyclone fence and barbed wire.

Needless to say, Jake was worn out after his big adventure.

A Mish Mash

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Dawn

Puddle Ducks

Bottoms up!

I believe this is a Swainson’s Hawk. As shot on the left, cropped, and processed on the right.

Cropped but not processed on the left. Processed on the right.

Willa was laid back tonight. Walter kept his head down with the hawk overhead.

We did not hear or see anything of Nora and Osric tonight. They were either still hunting, or they decided to go out on a TGIF owl date.

Shaved Alpacas

Lady Banks

Lady Banks

Sunset

Dentist Sun Rise & Shine

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Dentist’s office sun rises shines
Imprisoned by shadows stripes
Thinking grinding gnashing teeth
Some impressions made
Brain numbed by Novocaine
Lips lost face sags
“Open wider” whirring drill
Splashes suction smoking still
One imagines gaping holes
Picking drilling air-blasts woe
Fitting carbon paper bite
Drilling fitting bite again
Glued fitted bite down hold
No brushing eating or floss don’t chew
For three weeks until we call
To anoint the crown give proper reign
Don’t let that temp one fall