
Dawn

Sunrise

Sunset

Dusk

Sunrise through Resa’s Tree

Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower

Spunk asleep at the wheel.



Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.

I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.


Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.

Spunk gloving


Sunset

Cheetah in the clouds

Remnants of a thunderstorm that hammered us with 0.41 inches of rain in 30 minutes yesterday afternoon. So far we have received 0.82 inches of rain this July. That is exactly 0.82 inches more rain than we got last July.

Sunday’s Sunrise


Holy Pholage of Silver and Sasha. “100% Guaranteed Performance”
Lonesome Sunflower

Glenda

Sunset

Sunrise


Titmouses: “Who are you calling ‘Tufted Tits?’ Poofy Paparazzo of penurious perception! Are we even Titmouses?”
Paparazzo: “I’m simply being alliterate and making a clever title. You look close enough to Tufted Titmouses with your tufts down for the titillating title, and a pair of cute birds like yourselves (Tits or not) are always popular. Plus, if people think they are going to see a pair of Tufted Tits, curiosity will generate lots of clicks! So there’s no need to get your mousies in a muddle.”
Titmouses: “Well. I guess we can’t argue with the logic behind your questionable title and advertising for clicks. But you’re still a poofy Paparazzo of penurious perception!”
Paparazzo: “Talking about alliterate!”


Shey’s Tree and moon


Another moon in the Tangle Heart Tree


