A willet enjoys the temporary ponds and the meals within created by spring rains before migrating to a more suitable habitat along further north.
While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.
Memory is a funny thing. What was a moment of reflection becomes a reflection of a reflection.
Seasons pass and come again blurring into one.
A season that never came.
A season that never left.
Places you’ve been seem close yet far and never how they are.
Yes, memory is a quite peculiar thing.
Absent from the area most of the winter the Dark Eyed Juncos have returned. First one, then two now quite a few. Hanging out in the trees on a typical spring day with some snow, some sunset mostly in-between. Soon we will hear the calling from the tree tops and the juniper bushes nearby. Another wonderful sign spring is on it’s way.
We usually don’t see Chippie up this early in the spring. However with the snow rapidly receding and the temperatures somewhat above average Chippie, two in fact, have decided it was time to get busy and awake from a winter in their dens.
Last we we noticed two Chipmunks darting and foraging non-stop even though the grass is still very brown and many parts of the landscape are still covered in a blanket of snow. This guy found a few morsels under the bird feeder where a selective Red-Breasted Nuthatch had discarded a few seeds onto the ground.
The changes may be subtle but in only a work-weeks time Mr Lemmon Chin has become Mr. Lemmonhead.
After a long cold February an American Bison lounges in the warmth of a sunny March morning.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend.
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.