A Black Crowned Night Heron heads to the roost as night makes its way to the end of another day.
Good Night Heron.
For the next couple of weeks we will be posting some of our favorite posts from the past as we take a small respite from the digital world.
Some days it seems like we awaken to a world of noise. This was not one of those days. Spring Island, BC.
For the next couple of weeks we will be posting some of our favorite posts from the past as we take a small respite from the digital world.
Imagine you are an American Avocet enjoying a quiet morning in the pond. A bit of feeding and then a little relaxation then a bit of feeding.
Then without warning a Forester’s Tern makes a sudden and unannounced and dramatic visit to your patch of the pond.
Looks like he got what he was after. Just a brief interruption of an otherwise peaceful morning.
For the next couple of weeks we will be posting some of our favorite posts from the past as we take a small respite from the digital world.
Snow on the ground but sun in the sky. A little Pika peeking out from behind the rocks and surveying his domain as the seasons start to change.
A sure sign of spring is the arrival of Horned Larks scurrying about along the sides of rural gravel roads outside of town flying of into the still snow covered fields. Occasionally a bird will perch along the road along on the barbed wire or better yet a fence post and allow a quick portrait session to occur. This day a wonderful looking Horned Lark sat and perched for several minutes giving us a nice look and the chance for a few photos as well.
With snow still filling the landscape the male Mountain Bluebirds have arrived to stake out their territories and find the best nest boxes along a quiet bluebird trail.
This handsome gentleman was quietly sitting on a fence post looking as blue as blue can be but in a very good handsome bluebird way.
They sing with all their song.
And sing it all day long.
On a quiet country road in the grasslands of eastern Colorado.
Majestic peaks light by the morning sun.
Sliding closer with each stride waiting for the sun to warm our bones.
As eyes gaze across the valley.
Pssst…hey! why do keep trying to swat me, like, well a fly?
As the sun comes back from it’s winters journey south it brings a few less desirable visitors back with it. In this case a recent large hatch of flies. Buzzing about the house every which way, we try to put them out the door, but I admit a few get swatted along the way.
In between the swatting a few photos were taken and a conversation had.
As the sun rose the moon set.
A silent rhythm heard.
And so the day began.
nature has no boss 
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