The backyard is only a small patch of nature, but I can lose myself in it nonetheless. In my imagination, a house finch and the scarlet trumpet vine are transformed into an exotic tropical forest where I hunt with my camera.
A Western Scrub Jay appreciating this fresh day. Almost a year has passed since the last rain. Finally, a drink for the trees, a shower for the birds. Hummingbirds, ravens, doves, finches, mockingbirds are all loving it. Earlier I stood outside with them listening to the sounds of raindrops hitting leaves and the earth, a raven fluffing her feathers and uttering melodic percussive drumming calls from the top of a telephone pole, hummingbirds impatiently buzzing my head as they whizzed back and forth between a feeder and their favorite perches. So lovely.
Spanky was left in a box in a Hollywood parking lot. He loves to be held. He purrs and rolls over at the sound of his name. His favorite toy is a little plush mouse that has been reduced to a ball of fuzz.
This enormous lovable guy, who wants to kiss everyone he meets, was renamed Smooch after he was rescued from the shelter.