Camp Robber Caught: Birds fly into the dog run to steal Annie's kibbles; she responds by trying to cover her bowl with the cedar chips in the run. This jay stopped on the way out long enough for the Leica. April 5.
The Foggy Foggy Dew: "And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong/ Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew." About 7 in the morning, April 4, the pasture.
Went to O'Gallerie April 1 and couldn't resist this 19th century tradesman sign.
Deb at the Willamette Valley Spring Pickleball Rally, March 29.
She won Third in Women's Doubles at her skill level, and First in Mixed Doubles with her robbed-from-the-cradle partner, Will Gardner.
Patches asleep on the deck with one eye open in the warm afternoon.
Spotted Towhee in the brush.
Annie hangs on the gate, wants in, when I'm on the deck. Poor thing, wants to chase the porch kitties.
Annie with a chew stick. She was a year old at the end of March.
Deb polishes Bennie's teeth before the NCAA first round game for the OSU Women's BB team; they won, 76-62 against South Dakota State U, but didn't do so well later.
We visited the Seattle Art Museum's special exhibition: Indigenous Beauty: Masterworks of American Indian Art from the Diker Collection. Incredible artifacts, in pristine condition, some up to a thousand years old.
At the Pacific Science Center in Seattle, we found "Faun with wine sack," originally part of a fountain, among the exhibit of artifacts found during excavations of Pompeii, on loan from the Naples National Archaeological Museum.
Later I found a 19th century copy, about 4 inches tall, at Arthur W. Erickson's in Portland.
We took the train to see the OSU Women's BB team play in the Pac-12 Tournament. OSU lost the first game.
Night on the roof of the Metropolitan Hotel.
And we made the usual trek to Pike Street Market.
Of course, Deb had to stop at the original Starbuck's.
Annie loves to chew, and is especially fond of old blackberry canes. The spikes must do something for her gums. The book says "don't let them chew on sticks or stones." Good luck with that.
Old Cock. He must be pushing 18 or 19 years, no tail, not much comb, but surviving.
One of the geese, some 30 yards out in the pasture. I'm playing with the telephoto.
"Leave me alone. I'm just another flower waiting for a bird to land on the feeder."
"HELP! I'm being held in the yard against me will!"
I've been unsuccessfully stalking this little beauty all spring; finally caught him April 10: a Rufous Hummingbird. According to Wikipedia, most Rufous winter in wooded areas in the state of Guerrero, Mexico, traveling more than 2,000 miles to summer homes from Oregon to Alaska─a prodigious journey for a bird weighing three or four grams.
