Perched at their watchtower high at the tippy-top of a blue spruce a mountain chickadee takes in the view.
Looking out – Looking in
On a recent very chilly morning while the rest of the house finches were visiting the feeders one very curious gentleman decided to take a minute and see what was going on inside the house. It was a short but nice chat, but given the quantity of seed a little bird needs to eat to keep warm at -10, he was quickly went back to his business at the feeder.
Thus far our winter has been more gray then sunny and much less snowy than we would like it. However looking out and seeing this Rocky Mountain Cottontail provided us that proverbial sunshine on a cloudy day and a smile to our faces.
On a morning that dawned without fanfare and the sun decided to hide.
A female mule deer endures light snow and minus 8 on her quest for a winter meal.
While this winters light, what little there has been, has been mostly the grey variety sometimes the sun does indeed shine. This morning a Townsend’s Solitaire rests quietly in the choke cherry bush illuminated by a wonder filtered light just poking over the Southern horizon.
Always moving, always working and always bringing a smile to our faces.
Well, we can all agree 2021 has been a strange and unordinary year in many respects and one event that has us scratching our heads and has just turned the strange-o-meter up to 11 is the absence of Hatchmo this winter.
As long as we can remember Red-Breasted Nuthatches have been a neighborhood fixture. Not just in winter but all year long. Their honking a constant reminder that someone is out there in the trees and their visits to the feeders in winter are sure to bring a smile to our faces when the sun is low and temperatures are cold. Perhaps they have all gotten together and moved south this year or perhaps they have just moved to the next valley over.
Whatever the reason it has left of scratching your heads, searching the web for explanations and feeling just a little lonely this winter.
So if you see Hatchmo tell them the feeders are full and it’s OK to come home.
On a winter Morning
A Male Downey Woodpecker brought a quick splash of color to a quiet winter walk.
Watching, listening and right at home this Pelagic Cormorant enjoys a sunny winters afternoon.
Among the cormorants of North America’s Pacific Coast, the Pelagic is a small and slender species that flies with a thin, straight neck often compared to a broomstick. Breeding adults are black with glossy purple-green highlights. They have a coral-red throat patch and neat white patches on the flanks. They nest on coastal cliffs and forage in rocky water, rarely traveling far from shore despite their name.https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Pelagic_Cormorant/overview
A blanket of snow covers the ground.
All the world settles down.
Listening is in our nature.
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