A morning ski on the Blacktail Plateau in Yellowstone National Park. Tracked by nature yet not trampled.
Author: Mike and Christy
Winter Bunn 2022
Introducing Winter Bunn 2022.
Each winter we seem to have a single Rocky Mountain Cottontail that call our surroundings home. This year she makes an appearance every couple of days or so. Sometimes seeming right at home with us invading her surrounding. This day she munches away on the stalk of an old Holly Hock plant whist giving me the eye. Thus far she has seemed to avoid all those which would like to make her a meal and hopefully will make to spring to produce another batch of spunky young rabbits.
Watchtower
Perched at their watchtower high at the tippy-top of a blue spruce a mountain chickadee takes in the view.
Looking out – Looking in
On a recent very chilly morning while the rest of the house finches were visiting the feeders one very curious gentleman decided to take a minute and see what was going on inside the house. It was a short but nice chat, but given the quantity of seed a little bird needs to eat to keep warm at -10, he was quickly went back to his business at the feeder.
Sunshine
Thus far our winter has been more gray then sunny and much less snowy than we would like it. However looking out and seeing this Rocky Mountain Cottontail provided us that proverbial sunshine on a cloudy day and a smile to our faces.
Without fanfare
On a morning that dawned without fanfare and the sun decided to hide.
A female mule deer endures light snow and minus 8 on her quest for a winter meal.
A Cold Fog
Sometimes it’s warm and foggy and other times it’s cold and foggy. This was a morning the earth could see it’s breath and I was looking for an extra layer to wear under my old down jacket.
At Forests Edge
Waiting at the forests edge
The valley filled with fog
Go don’t go
In a mile the sun comes out
More Winter Light
Winter light shining into the ancient forests. Somehow we seem to always find the beam of light that is focused upon a beautiful old stump or perhaps the stump finds us.
Not really sure which way it works but we really feel at home when taking that walk in the woods.
Cottonwood and Sun
Even looking into the sun on a cold winters afternoon did little to warm the body.
nature has no boss 
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