
A female Hairy Woodpecker visits an old spruce tree looking for a meal on a mid-winters afternoon.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.

A female Hairy Woodpecker visits an old spruce tree looking for a meal on a mid-winters afternoon.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.

While not the original Horace, a pseudonym we seem to have applied to most of the Ravens we meet along the way, his slightly muddy beak and side profile sent us on a trip down memory lane to the day we first met the original.

Looking back as a way of looking forward.
Golden light and warmer mornings.
One fine day and one fine morning.
Enjoy your weekend.

I think these two Ravens might have been having a little conversation and perhaps it went like this…
Let’s get outside and enjoy the weekend before it slips away.
Happy Friday and enjoy your weekend.

As usual the Great Horned Owl chicks spotted us before we spotted them this spring afternoon a year or two ago. Tucked neatly into an old broken cottonwood tree one chick up and one tucked neatly inside with only an eye peeking through. The Owls may have paired up already and soon the eggs will be laid. New chicks are already on the way. How time flies.

At Rivers Edge a Long Billed Curlew passes for a moment to enjoy the view. Although it is several months away I am itching for the return of the curlew to our norther climes and the wonderful song they sing.

Sitting alone in the winter marsh as the cattail melts away.
Female Red winged Blackbird.

Perched safely atop a post a Raven enjoys a little snack. Where their meal came from might just have been a recent wolf kill as Ravens and Wolves have formed a relationship in some places as this paper describes. In fact some Ravens have even learned to follow specific wolf groups as they hunt and may even have learned specific hunting calls of certain wolf packs. They know when the dinner bell is ringing so to speak. Anyway we saw this raven enjoying their little snack in an area in which we have heard wolf calls in the past so you just never know, their meal might have been provided by wolves this day.



Have a great weekend.

As rain moves in the Stilts embrace.
Dowitchers forage.
The sun comes out again.

This Western Meadowlark, which I assumed to be molting, was out in the open foraging last summer. Hunting for insects on open grasslands looking almost like a small new species of vulture with their feathers missing from their neck.
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