It is a sure sign that spring is coming when the male Goldfinches begin to develop just that bit of yellow beneath their beak. In a few weeks time we will watch his feathers turn and he will be wearing his breeding suit and become a brilliant lemon yellow.
Oh how Time marches son.
Bluebird sky and sleeves rolled up.
Although the snow is still piled high a day like this leaves no doubt spring is on its way.
Our Resident Rocky Mountain Cottontail takes a break from munching down the wild rose bushes.
We ran into this Coyote last week prowling the neighborhood.
Perhaps now we know why the rabbit population close to home seems diminished this year.
Not exactly the soft cozy type on which to lay your head but soft and inviting nonetheless.
Round and round from one full moon to another.
Time is a peculiar thing.
Up the creek and no paddle needed.
Remnants of fall on a winter day bringing feelings of spring. Perhaps it was the color or warm sun above.
A quiet morning.
Without fanfare.
Staying close to home.
A little eye to eye with a Black Capped Chickadee on a chilly and snowy afternoon.
nature has no boss 
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