Although not a Roadrunner I swear I could hear the meep, meep sounds as this White Faced Ibis hurried across our path.
Pardon me, Ibis crossing.
Author: Mike Bizeau
All the snows my stage…
On a snowy March morning we interrupted this Raven while they were feeding. They left their meal (what looked like a mouse) several years away and performed a dance upon the snowy stage signaling for us to move along on our mornings journey. Gurgling noises with head bobbing up and down we got the message loud and clear and left this Raven to consume their morning meal.
A nice start
Welcoming the start of another week with a wonderful late winter sunrise along the Blacktail Plateau. Things are warming up and snow sinks further into the ground with each passing day.
Dimples
This wasn’t the biggest iceberg in the pond but boy oh boy the evening light sure made it special. Photographed while kayaking in Sermilik Fjord, East Greenland, August 2013.
Hello…Quail Calling
A male Gambel’s quail letting it be know he is a very available bachelor on a nice spring morning in western Colorado.
Like Ghosts
The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.
