Tag: yawning

Señor Oso

Our dog Bear yawns on our couch on December 29, 2023. Original: _A673100.ARW

Being able to spend time with Bear each day these past few months has been such a delight. Our work on his daily walks paid dividends yesterday when we came across an unleashed dog in the preserve. The trail was narrow and the dog started barking as soon as it was beside us. Before I could respond Bear de-escalated and led me down the trail, turning around for a treat when we were far enough away. I was so proud I would have given him a handful but after chomping down the first, Señor Oso was back on the march, culminating in his first visit to the Basalt Ridge Overlook (and only my second).

📷: Sony A6700 | Sigma 30mm f/1.4
🗓️: December 29, 2023

I’m Glad She’s On My Side

Our cat Scout yawns at the top of the stairs on February 25, 2006. Original: IMG_8354.CR2

There are times in nature you realize you’re not the top predator, sometimes too even in your own home …

This is Scout yawning at the top of the stairs in 2006, I re-edited it last night and was going to replace the old online version only to discover it wasn’t online. It had been on my old site but apparently never made it to the blog, even though I started the blog a couple of months before the shot was taken.

A Winter’s Yawn

Our cat Sam yawns while sleeping in a basket beside a window in Scottsdale, Arizona on January 7, 2022. Original: _ZFC7426.NEF

The warmth of the winter sun in the desert almost makes up for the loss of the wooden grate in the house in Portland that blew warm air on your belly as you slept.

Almost.

Lazy Saturday

Our cat Boo yawns while resting under my wife's desk in September 2019

While he has his favorites Boo enjoys trying out new sleeping spots so you can never quite be sure where you’ll find him. Yesterday morning when I got back from my hike he was under my wife’s desk, serenaded by the birds on the other side of the wall. Thankfully he has bounced back from Ellie’s death, he took to her from the start and especially enjoyed sneaking under her when she got up from a dog bed, reveling in the warmth left behind. I don’t know how we made it six years with him never getting squished as sometimes she wasn’t getting up but rather shifting positions, but thankfully it was never an issue.

I LOVE BIRDS SO MUCH!

Our tortoiseshell cat Trixie yawns while sitting in the cat tree

You know little Squeaks, the birds might come closer if you could restrain your enthusiasm a little bit. There’s a brave mourning dove that comes close to the sliding glass door that really gets her going, she flattens herself to the floor and whips her tail back and forth and chirps at her feathered friend.