
Out in fields of golden grasses there are days when Mule Deer just appear as all ears.

A bit like periscopes for sound and all the better to hear you with as they rest on a winter morning.


Out in fields of golden grasses there are days when Mule Deer just appear as all ears.

A bit like periscopes for sound and all the better to hear you with as they rest on a winter morning.


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.

On a windy morning along the Blacktail Plateau the fresh snow moves yet the trees stand tall.

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

On a quiet morning.
The sun shines bright behind thin clouds as tracks tell a tale in the snow.

Bringing a warm welcome to the start of another wintery month a Caterpillar inches along. We are inching are way though winter, and enjoying every moment of it, yet just like this caterpillar will emerge as a wonderful butterfly (or perhaps a moth) spring will be here in the blink of an eye. So get out and enjoy that snow before it’s melted and gone away.


Happy Friday, welcome to February and have a wonderful weekend.


One delicate demure and the other stout and raucous. A Black Necked Stilt and a Great Tailed Grackle sure seemed like and odd couple to be hanging out together however they were happily sharing space in this little roadside pond created by early spring rains one April afternoon a year or two ago.

Greeted by warming rays of the morning sunlight a Pronghorn begins its’ day.
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