A harrowing, adrenaline-charged midnight rescue of a starving chained dog in my neighborhood…another neighbor with an old camper in his yard reports harassment by drug cartel members…so hot you can’t breathe…oh who the hell cares? Put the razor blade down and look at some recent six word stories and pictures from my world.
Autodidact’s delusions at least self-taught.
Noxious aura radiates from negligent psychic.
Dignity gone. Queasy dawn. Agreement withdrawn.
People’s revolution. Virtuous intentions. New oppressors.
Antisocial butterflies invited to somber soiree.
Forked road. Left, elimination, right, bereavement.
Don’t worry be happy. Lobotomy included?
Please amputate right leg this time.
Exfoliated angst shards predicted. Better duck.
Polluted hydrologist burst into brackish tears.
Beautiful, meticulous, handcrafted artwork. Price reduced.
Amo, amas. In extremis. Ante bellum.
Suicide hotline, on hold. Elevator music.
Every year during monsoon the nectarivorous Mexican long-nosed bats (Leptonycteris curasoae yerbabuenae), come at dark to drain the hummingbird feeder. Bats are major pollinators and/or insect eaters and there is no reason to fear them. Plus, they’re really cool!
Long-nosed bat drinking sugar-water at the hummingbird feeder.
A big flock of them come every night and drain the feeder within half an hour. It’s definitely worth buying extra sugar to support them!
Beautiful, mysterious long-nosed bats love nectar and sugar water. Both their roosting sites and their main source of food, the agave, are being destroyed by people and fires.
The second brood of barn swallows (Hirundo rustica) have been born, raised, and fledged. There will be no more this year. This series of pictures starts with newborns.
3 days old. It takes about two weeks for the swallow babies to reach maturity. Like most birds, both parents are extremely attentive.
For the first week after the babies fledge, the parents continue to watch, feed, and guide them. The babies still return to the porch light nest every night for several more weeks.
Hey, you on the end! Listen up! I have important stuff to tell you!
During monsoon blasts of rain pour down in one part of town but not another.
We are at 5,000 ft., so we are actually IN the clouds. Picture taken from my street.
The Monument fire destroyed my favorite refuge, Coronado National Park, and the road in is closed due to destruction by flooding as there are no trees left to stop it. But the San Pedro River is lush and full, and the animals don’t care that the water is muddy.
Raccoon prints along the San Pedro, which is teeming with wildlife seeking water.