Sunrise
We have had sunshine the past three days.
Common Wood-Pigeon
Eurasion Blue Tit
Moloney’s Irish Pub & Grill has trivia every Thursday night. My daughter’s team was in first place going into last night’s round.
The pub has dollar bills hanging from the ceiling.
The field was plowed yesterday while we were in Frankenstein.
After trying to photograph more birds, Freyja and I explored a new trail.
Sunset while on our way to pole dance class tonight.
Atlas
Freyja and I went on a long walk in the forest this morning.
There was lots of fungus among us. I believe these are called polypores.
There are so many trails, it can drive you nuts!
I could hear birds chirping, woodpeckers pecking, and what sounded like an owl, but I couldn’t find a single bird in the forest full of trees.
Our walk
Freyja was worn out
Atlas was putting on the cute, again
We went to an Irish pub own by a fellow from Romania for St. Patrick’s Day dinner.
Speaking of fungus amongus, the band played “Proud Mary” and “La Bamba” as part of their moldy oldies repertoire.
Paddy on bass. Herr Elton John on drums. Herr Traditionell spielen, singen und auf der Gretsch richtig Gas geben.
What was funny about the band is that it brought back memories of when I played in garage bands in the mid to late 70s. Way back then, we had to know three songs to play in clubs, for weddings, and special events: “Proud Mary”, “Brown-Eyed Girl”, and “La Bamba”. We didn’t stick around long enough to see if they played “Brown-Eyed Girl”.
The menu included Irish stew
Roast in wine sauce and mashed potatoes or
Shepherd’s Pie or Lamb Shank
and Apple Pie
Bis morgen! Tschüss!
Clouds tried to hold onto the Bloody Worm Moon
But it slipped through the clouds
Dawn
Cloud skullduggery
The river is down. The cranes are out!
Silver
Sunset
What’s the mystery shot of?
Where cranes once foraged
A lone duck stood reflecting in the shallows
Silence pushed against the current
Winter yawned while preparing her bed
Spring stirred under leafy covers
Dreaming colors that wait her awakening
Twilight Dawn
Bosque Bunny in the dim light of almost dawn
Determined cranes at dusk
Vato Kitty is convalescing at Laurie’s parents’ house after sustaining some serious wounds from fighting.
I showed some riders how to get to the river bed on their horses.
Jake trying to catch a little shade.
“Hey, Paparazzo! What did you do with that roadrunner you shot yesterday?”
“Look out! He’s Right behind you!”
“Talk to the tail! Stupid paparazzo!”
Dragon Tree
Twilight Dawn
6 eyes, 8 ears
Dusk
We’ve had high winds the last two days that have blown most of the dried leaves off of Resa’s Wolf Tree.
The wind did not blow away the color at twilight this morning.
The goose thought the old paparazzo wouldn’t see it if it stuck its head in the water!
Glenda
Fewer leaves on Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset than were there at twilight.
Fuzzy mountains from the dust
Cranes flew by fast with the tailwind.
The cranes hovered in the wind when they were coming in for landing.
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
Beckoned by Twilight, the Sirens called
“Come to the island with frozen sand
You can walk on water, sweet voices sang
The river is down, and the current runs thin…”
With my ears verily tortured, I nearly took the plunge
Deluged by temptations, as the Sirens’ songs were sung
“Think of the photos from the frozen sand
Surrounded by water that moseys along
Reflecting the moonlight like polished glass
Come to us! Come to us! Come to us! Come…”
Curious coyote
Dragon kitty
Spunk: “What’s this sick Sirens’ songs sung stupidity you’re spewing, Paparazzo? You know you can’t walk on water. Trying to take some funky photos surrounded by water while standing on frozen sand is not worth drowning for. Besides, if you end up as a bottom feeder in the Rio Grande, who’s going to feed me?”
Off Center & Not Even 