Thanks to the low mud-to-dog ratio after a rain, we head to Solstice Canyon for post-storm walks. And after last night the creek has moved from running to racing and, in a few places, flooding.
Also, because the idea of them never gets old, a wild parrot.
As much as the rain, I love the silvery storm-on-the-way light.
Warning -- another bird video. Just can't seem to help it these days...
The ♥ edition.
After years of drought the sight and sounds of this creek (and the wild parrots -- hear them?) edges into the realm of miracles.
A break from the rain and a break from work and oh the colors:
Every puddle played host to a bird:
Seriously -- every single puddle:
A California poppy was waking up:
And miraculously no one else was around:
The wild parrots of Malibu, as loud and beautiful and busy and funny and unexpected as ever.
I should have seen it coming...
The Tiny Labrador steps into the puddle and...
Oh yes she did:
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