
Hello there I’m Mr. Blue.
I see you have birdseed.
Don’t mind if I do.

Hello there I’m Mr. Blue.
I see you have birdseed.
Don’t mind if I do.

A nice assortment of ducks graced the pond one recent afternoon. All just passing through and very temporary visitors staying just long enough to rest-up and grab a meal on their journey south. Lesser Scaups (both males and females) Red-headed ducks and Buffleheads were present and enjoying a nice afternoon of filtered winter sunlight.




Looks like someone is going to have a nice chicken dinner this evening.

IT’s finally starting to act like winter around here and and with winter the hardy Mountain Chickadees have moved down the hill and are now keeping us company. It’s the little things that sometimes put the biggest smile on your face.

Wether you take the long way around or just jump across.
When you cross the chasm you soon forget you are on the other side.

There’s no escaping and no mistaking this time of year. Early December, high noon, without a cloud in the sky, yet the sun casts long shadows upon a male Red-winged Blackbird with wing-bar colors faded to only a pale yellow. Short days and long shadows. A calendar and perhaps a metaphor.

Yes, the sun did rise, and when it did it illuminated the beautiful colors of a Male Evening Grosbeak perfectly.

It’s amazing that with just a few quick footsteps this big bird can seemingly disappear into their surroundings. A Sandhill crane with feathers matching their environment hunts for a meal in the dried reeds and cattails in an ever shrinking wetland. It’s a true testament to survival with these creatures when this years wetlands become next years strip-mall.
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