I have been watching a Brown Booby bird. It began because, upon first seeing the bird, we were concerned that it was ill, as it stayed on a large rock near the ocean.
Weeks later, we are seeing the bird perching on the same rock, but also flying nearby apparently to catch food. So we are no longer concerned. But, I do wonder: how does one "sex" the bird? That is, tell what gender it is?
I shall have to look this important question up!
This is my pal, the Boxer dog.
Once I finish giving treats, she goes to watch over the neighborhood by lying down, with eyes on the street.
Wouldn't that face make you want to go for more treats?
When I leave to make breakfast, she watches me carefully until I'm out of sight. She once ran after my car, even though that caused her shock collar to give her a zap.
Venus, Jupiter and the streetlights.
Everything changes when the Moon inflicts its light on us.
Yes, I am fortunate to live on Kauai.
Night Heron awaiting fish.
Two Nene flying across.
My sweetie informed me that my blog had been lacking in lizards lately, so I spotted this one and included it.
The Boxer can be overly enthused about visitors. They say a Boxer stays like a puppy forever and I believe that.
Watching from inside the house. Nothing gets by her.
Sometimes, having clouds nearby helps to see the Moon.
Clouds that show both color and rain coming.
I had to laugh when I saw this bumper sticker. Even if we have enough chickens, I still am not skydiving! I will leave that to those who aren't worried about hurting themselves. And whose knees are more flexible than mine.
The Booby also hangs out on other rocks. Glad to notice that, as I hadn't seen it for a while.
More Moon and clouds
Flowers growing on one of my succulent plants. Such nice delicate color.
My movement made the Moon look like a comet with a tail.
I have decided to make my morning bedhead hairdos part of my blog. This is unedited. This is also the way I know that it is almost time for a haircut!
Clouds. What infinite variety.
Really? You are making me wait for a treat?
She loves squeaky toys.
What is happening on the street? And why am I not outside, patrolling?
I am unsure if ending this week's blog with bedhead is a good idea. But so it goes. Have a great week. Stay safe and happy. And thanks for reading!
P.S. And please get your mammogram! Mine is coming tomorrow; I don't like 'em, but breast cancer is worse. Trust me!
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