There are days when the skies are silent and other days it sings.
Today it sang a symphony and it was music to my eyes.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.
Tag: nature photography
Loggerhead Shrike
Somewhat hidden away we heard this Loggerhead Shrike singing away while enjoying lunch at a campsite last fall. This Shrike had a wonderful song that was similar yet more melodic than the example on the Cornell website. This bird was quite content and let us photograph it for quite some time. A wonderful experience indeed.
hello sunshine
You can just feel it.
Like a breath of fresh air.
Hello Sunshine.
When winter is winter.
Sun behind clouds and the snow a shade of blue.
When winter is winter there is nothing you can do.
Say’s Phoebe
The Say’s Phoebe is a quiet, slightly understated and delightful flycatcher found in dry habitats of the Western United States. This day we found a Phoebe perched upon a shrub hunting for insects on the ground below. It would sally out in typical flycatcher fashion and return to a similar location in this shrub sometimes with meal in beak.
Into the morning sun
A morning ski on the Blacktail Plateau in Yellowstone National Park. Tracked by nature yet not trampled.
One
A place where all is one. Where the river meets the sea. I love that this whole landscape is temporal even the sand that forms the bank of the river melts into the sea and then reforms with each ripple of water, each wave and each tidal cycle.
Black-billed Magpies
A Black-billed Magpie rests on a fencepost while over a dozen and perhaps more other Magpies feast on a Mule Deer Carcass nearby. In our neck of the woods Magpies are shy and typically fly off well before we can get a camera pointed on them. This day their attraction to the nearby feast overshadowed thier reluctance of humans and we got to observe them close-up for a significant amount of time.
We seldom see the blue in the eyes of magpies but this day was an excepting.
Seven Black-billed Magpies keep an eye out on a Corvid relative the Common Raven who also had an interest in the nearby Mule Deer carcass. Needless to say, a seven to one advantage kept the meal out of reach for the Raven.
A winters morning
The late rising winters sun mustered just enough power to cut through the morning clouds to give color to an American Bison on this somewhat overcast day. Roaming the sagebrush covered plateau was the order of the day for both man and Bison on a day that felt timeless in may ways.
