A Dusky Grouse keeping quiet while waiting for us to move along as we walked through the cottonwood trees in the creek bed. Seeing these birds move through the dry leaves and into the cottonwood trees with colors so similar to their own just makes a fall day feel…just like fall.
Floating, shifting shapes,appearing and disappearing. Sometimes the life of a cloud seems just right.
We had not seen a Green Tailed Towhee all summer so it was quite a pleasure to see one of these secretive birds in the distance a week or two ago.
Where they came from and where they are going is an age old question.
Even with shrinking daylight hours and more cloud than sun in the sky there is always beauty to be found on a hike through the woods.
Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.
A White tailed Doe making her way through the golden fall grasses. She does indeed look at home on the range.
I think there is a reason this forest is so green.
Sometimes words add little.
A little flycatcher, a willow or perhaps a yellow or least, the exact type we are unable to determine sits quietly in the Aspens on a cloudy fall day in SW Colorado. If you are skilled at ID’ing these guys feel free to let us know what exact species you think it is.
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