In the Fall Grass

On October 12, 2019 By Mike and Christy8 Comments

Despite the fact that mornings are starting to dip below freezing, this little guy is still hanging in there and looking quite comfortable with his antennae blowing in the breeze on a colorful fall morning.

Autumn Perch

On October 7, 2019October 5, 2019 By Mike and Christy2 Comments

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October light brightens the morning as a Red Winged Blackbird perches in a bush of golden leaves. The leaves were falling just as fast as the colors were fading from the wings of this beautiful bird.

Sights and sounds

On October 6, 2019 By Mike and Christy16 Comments

The golden glow of the Aspens in the morning light.
Two chickadees singing a-dee-dee-dee with a nuthatch honking as the leaves rustle in the breeze.
The crows gurgling and woodpeckers pecking in the distance.
Sights and sounds of the forest on a morning hike.

October Robin

On October 5, 2019 By Mike and Christy9 Comments

An American Robin Enjoying the fall light in a forest of mixed colors. We have tons of Robing in our area in the spring and early summer and as the young fledge they are absent until Autumn begins. Glad to see they have returned.

When Clouds Move

On October 4, 2019October 2, 2019 By Mike and Christy14 Comments

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The October clouds just seem to move faster, get bigger and always seem just a bit darker. A time between the bluebird skies of summer and the socked-in days of winter. A little of each yet nothing like either.

October clouds reflected in the Lamar Valley.

Happy Friday and a good weekend to all.

Where the sage grows tall

On October 2, 2019October 2, 2019 By Mike and Christy5 Comments

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A Fine looking Bull Elk peeking out from the sagebrush on an early October day. Eating all he can before the rut begins in earnest. We wish him well and a bit of luck when needed.

Listening for Grey Jays

On September 30, 2019September 30, 2019 By Mike and Christy11 Comments

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With the silence only punctuated by a infrequent call of a pair of Grey Jays we walked through the grasses and lodgepole pines on a fall day with the sun veiled by cloud yet still somewhat present.

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Listening for a deer or perhaps a bear the forest remained silent. Even the tall dry grasses stood still as statues.

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Just when you thought it could not get any quieter a Grey Jay would call one of their various calls but were never seen, only heard. as we walk through the forest and meadows that day.

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Footnote: The Grey Jays is now Officially called the Canada Jay but Grey Jay just felt appropriate on this slightly grey and very quiet fall afternoon.