With the silence only punctuated by a infrequent call of a pair of Grey Jays we walked through the grasses and lodgepole pines on a fall day with the sun veiled by cloud yet still somewhat present.
Listening for a deer or perhaps a bear the forest remained silent. Even the tall dry grasses stood still as statues.
Just when you thought it could not get any quieter a Grey Jay would call one of their various calls but were never seen, only heard. as we walk through the forest and meadows that day.
Footnote: The Grey Jays is now Officially called the Canada Jay but Grey Jay just felt appropriate on this slightly grey and very quiet fall afternoon.
nature has no boss 
what a tranquil place –
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Hi Beth, yes it was indeed tranquil and a nice way to spend a bit of time. Hope your week has started well.
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I can just imagine the peace of it. Silence is so hard to come by these days.
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Hi Eliza, yes silence is tough and what I have noticed is that am quick to notice when it does occur and my being seems to breathe a sigh of relief. Ahhhhhhh.
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Suitably impressed by the images 👏👏
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Thanks Ted, even when the birds are hiding there is plenty to photograph. Have a great week.
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Lovely images! I like the Grey/Gray/Canada jay, always a fun companion, seen or unseen. Fond of a picnic! Whiskey Jack, I forgot Whiskey Jack.
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Hi, since we took this hike they have been constant companions, especially at lunch breaks, on a couple of recent hike. I do enjoy them and the quite colorful nicknames both whiskey jack and camp sober are apropos for these guys. Hope your week has started well.
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Terrific monochrome set, Mike. I can almost hear the jays….
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Thanks Jane, wishing you a wonderful week.
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I am surprised the jays didn’t show themselves, Mike. They usually do, especially when there is food involved! 🙂
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