A male Gambel’s quail letting it be know he is a very available bachelor on a nice spring morning in western Colorado.
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Good Company
A mule deer makes good company while waiting for sun to warm things up in the early morning light and you don’t even have to share your coffee.
Lounging
After a long cold February an American Bison lounges in the warmth of a sunny March morning.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend.
It leaves no doubt
Bluebird sky and sleeves rolled up.
Although the snow is still piled high a day like this leaves no doubt spring is on its way.
More Bunn
Our Resident Rocky Mountain Cottontail takes a break from munching down the wild rose bushes.
After the winter
It’s only early March and no doubt more flakes will fly and cold will return but in the meantime grass long buried is exposed and a nice meal to be had.
This ain’t no picnic
But then again with the sun out and the rain no longer pouring down this might be a Cormorants idea of a picnic.
A fine day
A fine day for all.
A skier watching a duck watching a skier all surrounded by sun and steam.
A splash of summer
Well, yes it is only March, and winter will be hanging around, but who can resist a splash of summer just a little before it’s time.
A flash of red moving in the canopy lead us to a beautiful Summer Tanager perched overhead. These birds are specialized hunters of bees and wasps. Catching them on the wing and managing to avoid getting stung and removing the stinger by rubbing thier prey on a tree branch prior to confining their meal.
Most of our encounters with the brilliant colored males were looking through dense foliage however once and awhile one managed to land in clear sight and in camera view.
A little splash of summer on a late winters day.
Black on Blue
On a crisp and sunny February morning we spent some time watching a group of Crows playing around on an iced over lake. We were unable to tell what they were doing even after half an hour of observation. Could it have been looking for food, either embedded into the ice, or under it? Or were they just admiring their handsome reflections on the ice? Or who knows what. Anyway, it was fun to observe them walking ever so gingerly to avoid slipping around and peering into the ice for a reason we were unable to determine.
nature has no boss 
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