
Last weekend we watched numerous crows scooting, slipping and sliding around on the frozen lake ice looking for food. They kept cawing to each other and it sure looked like they were having a great time.

Last weekend we watched numerous crows scooting, slipping and sliding around on the frozen lake ice looking for food. They kept cawing to each other and it sure looked like they were having a great time.

Lefty standing stoic and tall even with his right arm gone. He is one of my best friends at a nearby local park silently whispering advice each time I walk by.

Looking through the shrubs onto the South Platte River on a sub-zero day. Photographed with a Zero Image pinhole camera and Kodak Tmax film.
Make no bones about it, I get excited watching the less common waterfowl that overwinter on the local creeks and ponds, but there is just something special about the Mallard. Maybe a comforting familiarity or perhaps their mild demeanor and wonderful quacking. Anyway, this guy sure stood out the other day. Well dressed in his finest breeding feathers saying what needed to be said in such a simple way.
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