Looking sharp as he contemplates another try at getting seed from the bird Feeder.
This northern Flicker was just a bit too heavy to stand on the collapsible perches on our feeder although it did not stop him from giving it a go. He had to constantly work by flapping his wings to stay on the perch and I am sure he was using as much energy as he was taking in. After a few short tries he must have thought the same as he moved on to looking for food in the trees.
Three trees sit and sing a silent winters song along the Blacktail Plateau. The only other songs we heard that day were those of the Bison talking to each other up on a hill above the trail.
Yellowstone, winter 2018.
Within the stillness of the fresh new snow is the sound of the trees reflecting on water not yet frozen by mid-winters chill. Along the Moose-Wilson road in Grand Teton National Park.
An American Widgeon spreads his wings as he forages on the creek. A beautiful splash of green on an otherwise cloudy afternoon.
Sweet but not too sweet. Out along the trail south of town.
Enjoy the weekend.
A Black Caped Chickadee rests on a Prairie Coneflower as the winter days pass by. More clouds yet less precipitation has made this winter feel different from winters past.
Denver, CO.
On a cloudy winter day we watched as this little Red Breasted Nuthatch would stealthily sneak into the bird feeder while the flocks of sparrows and finches had their backs turned and quickly grab a seed.
She then spent much more time searching for that perfect hiding spot than spent getting the seed. Once a seed was hidden she would dart back in and repeat the process.
Denver, CO.
More like waiting it out in this case.
On nice sunny days we see these male White Crowned Sparrows perched and singing away with away with vigor. However this time, although tolerant of the steady rain, this guy had his when is this going to end face on as we both sat and watched the rain come down this afternoon.
Along the river a Belted Kingfisher waits for a moment without time.
Denver, CO.
Although the calendar says otherwise the third week of January always feels like mid-winter to me. Yes, the cold and snow will hang for a few months, maybe more, there is just something about this time that portends a turning point somewhere deep inside.
So today it’s time to take a break and remember that sweet summer air will return again.
nature has no boss 
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