The sky speaks of summer, the wind blows hard and cold and the landscape longs for the snows that have yet to arrive.
The time between winter and spring suggests there are more than four seasons.
Denver, CO.
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As the sun set
A pair of Redheaded ducks enjoying the last of the evening light.
As we roll into March the ducks that overwinter on our ponds and rivers are quickly moving back to their summer breeding grounds. How quickly the seasons change and time marches on.
Boys are back
Sitting high in a frosty tree top keeping a lookout or so it seems. The male Red Winged Blackbirds are back in the area. They have yet to descend to the cattails surrounding the local marsh and are hanging out high in the tree tops perhaps to get that first view of when the ladies return.
Denver, CO.
Willet
A Willet soaking up the warmth of the sun.
As a new month dawns winter remains lurking just around the corner yet it’s grips has lost much strength.
March bring many things including the promise of spring.
Just an hour or so
Just and an hour or so it seems was all it took for this ephemeral hoar frost to be blown from the branches surrounding a small pond and melted by the morning sun.
Along Clear Creek in Denver CO.
What Remains?
What remains when a tree breathes no more?
Southern Sun
Looking up on a midwinters day an old cottonwood tree told a story.
The southern sun is warm and bright yet there’s a chill in the air.
I shall wait for spring.
Denver, CO.
One, two , three.
Eating berries in a single gulp is as easy as one, two, three. If of course your a Cedar Waxwing.
Pick, flip, swallow and repeat.
Denver, CO.
The Squabble
It was short and somewhat mild but was sure was a squabble nonetheless. It occurred on a sunny Sunday morning along a quiet stretch of the creek. A female Goldeneye had found just the right rock to gather a little sun and enjoy the day.
Then that cute looking Ringneck https://naturehasnoboss.com/2017/02/03/female-ringnecked-duck/
swam into the frame and headed straight for the rock upon which our Goldenye stood.
The squabble was on.
And with nothing more than that piercing glance only a Ringneck can give the rock was taken over.
Looking smug in her success this girl only stood for a minute the slid back in the water and swam happily away with her adversaries of the day.
And although it ended peacefully I will alway remember this as the squabble.
On the ice
A juvenile Black Crowned Night Heron enjoying a nice scratch on the ice.
Platte River in Denver, CO.
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