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.
I wrapped up Kinta stalking butterflies. Try as he might to catch them, the pipevine swallowtails were too quick for him. He is now six months old, a gawky age for a pup. His rabies titer is done and he will be clear to go home in September. We’re going to miss him around here. He’s full of play and snuggles.
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.
A childhood friend has a birthday this week. It got me thinking about my favorite birthday as a kid. On my eighth birthday, my best friend, Cynthia, gave me a runt piglet. He required bottle-feeding much to my delight. Whenever I got the chance, I snuck him into bed and cuddled him all night. The only photo I have of him is from the back, so here’s a work in progress of Porky and me.
I know I’m a few days early, but Happy Birthday, Cynthia…I’ll never forget the precious gift you gave me all those years ago. Happily remembering pet bliss.
The highlight of my week was sharing art with my friend, Noriko. She arrived last week to meet her puppy, Kinta. The puppy is living with us while he waits for his health clearance to go home to Japan. (See Puppy Bliss)
You may recall from Puppies, Friends and Bliss, that Noriko is an artist. She has worked mostly in oils, and more recently in pencil and pastel.
She was curious about watercolor and we invited her to give it a try. We introduced her to the brushes and tools. In no time she was bringing life to a stunning image.
I think you’ll agree, sharing the art experience with friends is bliss.