
The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.

The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.

A young elk looks up from feeding on a quiet winter day.
A mutual hello and we’re on our way.

Standing tall, our trusty winter companion named Bunn, a Mountain Cottontail (Sylvilagus nuttallii), scans the surroundings for hints danger or perhaps where to head for her next meal. Bunn typically spends her day feeding on the shrubs nearby or just sitting perched upon a high snow mound.

A female Hairy Woodpecker visits an old spruce tree looking for a meal on a mid-winters afternoon.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.

While not the original Horace, a pseudonym we seem to have applied to most of the Ravens we meet along the way, his slightly muddy beak and side profile sent us on a trip down memory lane to the day we first met the original.

A Bull Elk grazes away as we take a quick portrait an leave him to go at it. He never really looked up as eating on this winters day was more important than saying hello to a couple of photographers. He does have his priorities in order.

Perched upon a wonderful old tree stump a Red Squirrel sat flaunting it’s gorgeous red tail to the other squirrels nearby. This winter the Red Squirrels seem much more mild mannered than last winters Frenemy. Will it stay that way all winter? I’ll do my part the best I can.

Looking back as a way of looking forward.
Golden light and warmer mornings.
One fine day and one fine morning.
Enjoy your weekend.
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