A handsome looking hare posing for a portrait on the Arapahoe National Wildlife Refuge earlier this summer.
High up in the hills the flowers have all flowered and transition fills the air. What a wonderful time.
The other day I saw a yellow flash land in a nice cedar tree. Thinking it was an unusual insect I quickly went over to get a look. Alas, it was not a new insect but a Honey Bee and to say this one was covered in pollen might be an understatement. This little bee could hard fly with the load they had acquired. After a few minutes of rest they slowly lifted off and headed back to the hive. A job well done.
Inching along from top of the plant down enjoying a meal along the way.
Caterpillars seemed so common in my youth but even while out and about most every day their numbers seem small. Perhaps it’s our location but maybe not. We were excited to find two species inching along on a late fall day. Both similar yet very distinct.
So mysterious and wonderful these creatures seem in a life of transformations.
Inching along until their next incarnation.
A golden pronghorn walk through golden grasses where plant and animal are one.
Reflecting on a summer that seemed to come and go and somehow felt like it did not exist. There were photos taken that prove it real but even these feel like a dream.
Walks were walked and thoroughly enjoyed yet a nagging voice walked the trail with us. Silent at times and other times loud. A whisper at time and other a shout…..What’s lost may never be found.
Yes, much can be lost in a very short time and now nowhere to run.
Just a few family portraits of mom and the kids. We were lucky enough to have them spend the last month or two hanging around our area. A treat to sit and watch as the kids grow up they kept us active as well as much time was spent shooing them away from the garden.
One the the youngsters caught eyeing a nice patch of late-blooming flowers.
While their sibling snacks on wild sunflower seeds.
It’s hard to not smile at a face so cute but turn your back for a second and the petunias are toast.
The time of year where familiar faces reemerge. As fall moves along the familiar face as well as the song of the Mountain Chickadee returns. Summer spent nearby in the trees but oh so far away. It’s very nice to see a familiar face and one that brings sense to our world.
We typically see only a few Preying Mantis each summer either while out hiking or in our garden. Last week, while out on a hike, we saw numerous Mantids and each one matched the specific grasses they resided in. The Mantid above was in grasses that were a mix of green and brown and the Mantid was green and brown.
While the Mantid above resided in fresh green grass.
This Mantids above were right at home in a field of brown.
We even got a look at one Mantid hanging upside down.
Photographed in Denver, CO