An American Robin dressed in his winter coat brings a bit of sunshine to a very grey January day. We usually don’t have quite this level of grey here in Colorado like we had last weekend so I am grateful the sun has returned this week.
May your days be filled with sunshine and may Robins fill your trees.
It seems like every winter we get a short but welcome visit from a pair of Bald Eagles on the stretch of Platte River we frequent on a regular basis. This year was no exception as this one showed up on a snowy January morning. According to reports their mate was spotted just up river.
South Platte River in Denver, CO.
Looking down the Fire Hole river in YNP on a chilly grey afternoon.
If you can’t dive to the bottom of the pond to get a tasty mouthful of greens what’s a dabbling duck like this American Widgeon to do? Simple, steal it form those darn diving ducks like this Redhead. We have watched this behavior many times. The Widgeon follows the diving ducks around on the pond and when they come up they try to steal the divers catch. This time a determined Redhead got away with his mouthful of greens and we all need to eat our greens.
Driving from left to right across the North Cascades.
Remembrances of a road trip now long overdue.
The male Hooded Mergansers were out in force last Sunday afternoon cursing the pond and showing off to whoever was in the area and in this case the most interested observer was a male Redhead duck, not a female Merganser.
Oh it’s still winter, but even on an early January afternoon you can feel spring inching ever closer. The shadows cast from the trees are still long. There is still plenty of snow on the ground yet change is in the air on this January afternoon.
Out on a cross country ski near biscuit basin in Yellowstone NP. What is not to love, bison, geysers and sunlight just peeking out from behind the clouds.
Even the icicles freeze up and stay quiet for the night.
The Juncos are all puffed out and tucked into the spruce tree.
While I prepare to take the shape of a human next to the fire.
A tiny Yellow Rumped Warbler found the bull kelp a perfect perch for hunting sand flies and other small insects on the beach. This girl would quickly dart down form the kelp to snag a small meal and quickly return to her perch. Seeing her sitting on the head of the bull kelp made us realize just how small she was. We watched a documentary about songbirds the other night called The Messenger. Here is a link to the website http://songbirdsos.com
It is a very timely reminder about what a world without song birds would be like.
nature has no boss 
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