We took a bus around to some viewpoints along the Grand Canyon. At one stop there were elk grazing right by the stop. We did not get off the bus. So many things to see, too little time. Drat! I thought I could see them on the way back. No such luck. The bus did not stop there on its return trip. Double drat! I got lucky. In the parking lot was a male rubbing his antlers. He was there only mere feet away. And, I had my camera and my images! It’s off season. The elk don’t mind tourists. They trot along the roadways in groups. Yes, I got lots of shots. Yay!
Our cats have adopted our baskets. Who figured that I would have cats? Or, that we would have enough baskets… Not any basket will do. I don’t know the criteria the cats use. But they pick and claim and no one else seems to compete. Pick a basket for your nap. I tried to bring home baskets that would suit. Nope. They pick what they want.
We pulled up to feed kitties. There was a family of deer feeding just off the driveway. Beware! There are signs on the road outside: Managed Deer Hunt. Oh well. This poor family may be torn asunder. I wonder if it will be bumpstock and silencers that get them. 600 rounds a minute ought to do a whole lot of damage and kill a whole lotta shit. Yeah, the NRA has us dead to rights. Imagine? They are bucking the will of 90% of the people. Yes, I would say the buck stops there.
Yup, you need some serious corrective dental work. It won’t happen. He’s a big boy. So, I assume it did not keep him from getting enough to eat. He could use some of that anti-yellowing stuff too.
All summer long I have almost run over frogs with my lawnmower. Luckily, I have not. I have also been unsuccessful in photographing one. …until now. He was on the deck, on the planter, hanging out. How’d he climb up? Steps? Why? There is greenery to be sure. But there’s no body of water. And there do not seem to be any potential mates. How long do frogs live? Answer: 4-15 years. Really!? …because Colleen says it (this very same one) was on the deck last year and trying to climb into the house. Hmmmm?
I see butterflies around. It’s neat to get a focused shot. They don’t stay in one place long. I’ve noticed that most of them have wing damage. It doesn’t affect function. I am now realizing that it is harder to get a blemish free shot. No matter, it’s the opportunity and the shot that count. I’ll get some perfect shots… eventually.
The cats were never really outdoor cats. So this summer was the great experiment. I let them out on the deck to roam (supervised). Willow is still shy. (He was left outside in the heat one day. Sorry!) Everyone else likes a little outdoor time. Patch eats grass. In a previous incarnation he was a cow. The grass is growing as a weed in one of the containers. He’s fine with that. Everyone else likes the fresh air too.
Elle was a rescue cat. She was chased by bears. I’ve never been chased by bears. So, that’s a real rescue! It also means we have a lot of trust issues. She does not let me hold her. She lets me pet her on “her terms.” And, occasionally, I catch her in an unguarded moment. It’s a long way from when she ran if she saw my camera pointed in her direction. Pardon the soft (blurred) focus. I took the shot without setting up. You can’t get everything some days.
For a moment I was back in the Red Sea. Not! But anytime you see a turtle it’s a photo op.
Cats hate water? That’s what I thought. Willow sits by to let the water drip on his head and he drinks it. He usually throws up later. Chlorinated water doesn’t agree. He gets bottled water. I drink tap. Ha!