Join me in welcoming a new baby Killdeer to this wonderful world of ours.
Hiding in the tall grass we spotted just a hint of movement as we went by and low and behold we found this guy along with his siblings zipping to and fro exploring their new surrounding. He posed for a quick portrait and them hustled back to the clan. All was good in the grass along the ditch.
Up and over
The wind blows
The clouds move
I stand still
In the blink of an eye it all just spings to life.
Thanks Mom.
At sunset the bird sang one last song before the frogs began.
Conversing with giants kinda makes your neck sore but oh what stories they can tell.
Life forms often overlooked become revealed.
A humbling experience appreciated.
Trees in threes.
Just seem to please the eye.
As well as instill a sense of wonder and awe.
Sitting in the tree-tops with a group of Pine Siskins and other small song birds was a beautiful looking small bird we decided was a female Hoary Redpoll. She was at the southern edge of her winter range and it was a pleasure to get a glimpse of her before she returns to the high arctic tundra for the summer.
As the clouds move in from above the water flows below.
