Boo watches a dog across the street as a heavy snow continues to fall during our snowstorm in January.
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
With its long legs sticking up towards the top of the rose blossom, it looked to me as if this fork-tailed bush katydid nymph had gone down a slide, but its playground was its dining room. We still have a few rose bushes remaining, this one included, but I haven’t decided if they will stay, as while I don’t like them the katydids love them, and I love the katydids. But these bushes are old, decades old, and their thorns are malevolent.
Sitting in Judgment
The eyes of Trixie are upon you, so fill your heart with love and let your acts be of kindness.
A Tale With No Tail
Sari didn’t have the easiest start to her life but then she was trained to be a service dog that could detect when a diabetic’s blood sugar was getting low, which is how she came into my sister’s life. These days she’s retired from service work and the sweet tail-less pup enjoys walks and belly rubs. Although she lives far away in Georgia, she got to meet Ellie a few years ago when my sister visited us in Portland.
Scales
I stood upon the dragon and saw its scales glistening in the sun beneath my feet. I was not afraid. That was a mistake.
May You Never Act Your Age, Sweet Pup
Ellie is 13 or 14 years old and rarely wants to go up to the dog park at Irving Park anymore, but last night she was up for it and had a grand time rolling in the grass.
Predator v. Predator
Bullfrogs are voracious predators and not native to the Northwest but they are also a food source for a variety of animals that have learned to eat them. This large bullfrog was I think killed by a family of otters that came through earlier, it looked like one of them had caught the frog and eaten its front legs and a bit near the back before leaving. The heron was happy to eat what the otters left, dunking the frog a couple of times in the water (birds like herons and bitterns do this at times with their prey when near water) before getting it positioned in its beak where it could swallow the frog whole.
Wonder
This light traveled for a hundred million miles to remind me to look up at the wonders above my head, to look down at the wonders beneath my feet, to look out at the wonders before me.
Winter is Here, Spring is Coming
A red-winged blackbird perches on a branch late on a sunny winter afternoon as the tree begins to bud out as spring beckons.
Swim, Swim, Shoveler
A simple portrait of one of my favorite birds in the late light of winter.
