A male Gambel’s quail letting it be know he is a very available bachelor on a nice spring morning in western Colorado.
The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.
A young elk looks up from feeding on a quiet winter day.
A mutual hello and we’re on our way.
Neither here not there but both at once.
A journey to a timeless place.
Feels like being home.
Standing tall, our trusty winter companion named Bunn, a Mountain Cottontail (Sylvilagus nuttallii), scans the surroundings for hints danger or perhaps where to head for her next meal. Bunn typically spends her day feeding on the shrubs nearby or just sitting perched upon a high snow mound.
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.