
Frog in the local pond giving us a look over. He was probably relieved to see we were not one of the Herons hanging out around the shore looking for a meal.

Frog in the local pond giving us a look over. He was probably relieved to see we were not one of the Herons hanging out around the shore looking for a meal.
While checking out the Coneflowers the other day we came across this really cool insect called an Assassin bug.
At one point we found them stalking prey in their world of flowers. The other insect noticed the Assassin on their trail and quickly hopped away avoiding becoming a meal.
Assassin Bugs are ambush hunters that use their long rostrum to inject digestive enzymes into their prey. Their bite is said to be quite painful yet without long term consequences.
So from now on I will be keeping my eyes open and hands a safe distance from this guys home in the coneflowers as summer carries on.
I never tire of the brilliant color of a Male Western Tanager. We recently got to see a nice group of 5-6 males hanging out in trees of a thickly forested area. They were busy moving about foraging but luckily we did get a nice photo or two when they moved between the branches whereas the females although present remained quite hidden.
This white tailed deer was photographed on a recent trip to visit family in the midwest. Living in the mountain west for so long I can say for certain I don’t miss the humidity and all the bugs. It sure was fun was running across this deer happily feeding away and hardly giving us a second look as we hiked through the woods. I had forgotten how small white-tailed deer can be.
A red Necked Grebe spending time on the nest.
While we were watching the pair took tuns sitting on the eggs so each could spend time gathering food.
After literally bringing some grub to feed his young a male Western Bluebird leaves the nesting box and perches on a fence pole in search of more food for the rapidly growing brood. We watched as both the male and female shuttled food in and waste out of the nest box with their young still safely tucked away inside.
The Western Bluebird is not as common as the Mountain Bluebird so it is always a pleasure to see that brilliant blue and orange. A fine way to start a summers day.
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