Sailor on the retrieve in watercolor.
The cloud cover last night prevented a moon shot, so I went out in the early morning light and was distracted by the boys. Why is it that when the camera comes out, these boys flash a smile? At least the moon made it into a reflection.
Young Kinta is almost 11 months old. Next month, he goes home to his forever home with his family in Japan.
I can’t believe this week marks six months since Sailor came into our home. He blossoms a little more each day.
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Originally posted on Sneaking Bliss:
“The U.S. Constitution doesn’t guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself.” – Benjamin Franklin You’re never too old to pursue happiness. If you want proof, check out…
I’m not usually one to pet shame…h o w e v e r…
While I was working in the office, doing some long overdue scanning. Sailor decided to dash out with a roll of toilet paper. Apparently, he already stole two rolls. Not off the rack either, he opened the cabinet door and took them out of storage.
He was pretty pleased with himself until Tim caught him red-pawed with the third roll, which was saved in the nick of time. Although, it does have some puncture holes for a breezy fresh clean . Careful where you put your fingers.
So here you have it, a teenage boy up to no good with toilet paper.
Sailor TP’d the yard and house. Classic teenager.
I’ve always found body language of informal portraits to be interesting. Even with animals, how they hold themselves says a lot.
Kinta (7 months) and Sailor (19 months) are competitive young males and not inclined to share the limelight.
When a pretty girl joins in, they cooperate. Thanks to Blitz for making the shot!
As I started to wrangle my week under control, I slipped out on a break to snap some shots of the pipevine swallowtails. I had company. Neither of us got what we were after. Here’s a start to Kinta stalking butterflies on newly blossomed Blue dicks.
WIP – Kinta stalking butterflies
Our California drought is getting bouts of wild wet weather. Over the weekend through Monday we received 4 inches of rain at our place. It was accompanied by high winds and power outages.
On Tuesday we heard barking on the deck, however no dog was in view. Sailor was under the deck, barking up a storm. Kinta kept trying to go under the deck and Blitz kept sniffing it in a search pattern she uses for bird hunting.
We didn’t give it much thought, then yesterday morning I blocked the under deck access enough to keep the dogs out and still allow the cat or whatever else was hiding to egress. Sure enough, look who wondered out…
He or she was soaked and tattered. A friend from Shasta Wildlife Rescue stopped by to pick up a donation and we observed the turkey vulture together. It looked old and a bit bedraggled, but appeared to be getting drier and stronger. This time of year, birds are fighting over nesting spots. Perhaps this one took a dunk in the pond during one such struggle, and then took shelter under the deck while the storms passed.
Dogs, being dogs, found it and sounded the alarm. Who knows, perhaps they plucked a feather or two. Lucky dogs, the vulture didn’t vomit. That’s the usual defense mechanism.
Once dried, the turkey vulture safely made its way into a tree to roost for the night. Tap on the any image and enjoy the slide show.
An afternoon of bliss with my new boy, Sailor. Tap on the first image and enjoy the slide show. Thanks to Tim – The Forester Artist – for the great shots.
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