
As rain moves in the Stilts embrace.
Dowitchers forage.
The sun comes out again.

As rain moves in the Stilts embrace.
Dowitchers forage.
The sun comes out again.

This Western Meadowlark, which I assumed to be molting, was out in the open foraging last summer. Hunting for insects on open grasslands looking almost like a small new species of vulture with their feathers missing from their neck.

On a quiet morning.
The sun shines bright behind thin clouds as tracks tell a tale in the snow.

Bringing a warm welcome to the start of another wintery month a Caterpillar inches along. We are inching are way though winter, and enjoying every moment of it, yet just like this caterpillar will emerge as a wonderful butterfly (or perhaps a moth) spring will be here in the blink of an eye. So get out and enjoy that snow before it’s melted and gone away.


Happy Friday, welcome to February and have a wonderful weekend.


One delicate demure and the other stout and raucous. A Black Necked Stilt and a Great Tailed Grackle sure seemed like and odd couple to be hanging out together however they were happily sharing space in this little roadside pond created by early spring rains one April afternoon a year or two ago.

Greeted by warming rays of the morning sunlight a Pronghorn begins its’ day.

Ice floats free under the arctic sky in East Greenland on a summer afternoon.
August, 2013.

Taking a quick trip down memory lane back to a summer day and a little pond not far from home. The frogs were abundant the grass was long and temperature a bit warmer than on this winter day.

Just a moment in time spent seeing the world through a frogs eyes on a calm warm summer day.



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