Saturday, December 3, 2016

Sunday Stroll: Birding, My Favorite Of Fun Things To Do

See how this Hairy Woodpecker has bristles around the base of it's bill to protect it's nostrils from sawdust. It also has a forked tongue to grab insects when excavating.
Oh my, did she really land this close?

A Pileated Woodpecker is about the size of a crow. I have been trying to get a good shot for a number of years, they are very timid. A few years back I sat in a flooded woodland hoping to get one for three days going there on a tip. I never got close, they know when you are there, but I had a relaxing time sitting in my lawn chair in the mud and water. This lady was a real treat and you know I will return hoping to see her more.

Look how that head rotates, and then off she went. Thank you dear!
Northern Cardinal male
Blue Jay

Female Northern Cardinal
A Downy Woodpecker male uses it's stiff tail feathers to form a tripod when climbing a tree. It is one of the most abundant of woodpeckers.

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Thursday, December 1, 2016

A Few Days Of Fun


I try to hike daily and go to a different park. Often I have a few I attend to regular, such as yesterday taking  a friend out to show a few places I enjoy. I feel it is like visiting my relatives, especially having watched areas I have helped replenish and share an almost direct family orientation with. I had looked at moving a few years back and would find it hard leaving my prairie for anywhere else. I laughed when my friend asked if I would consider a road trip to an Amish community to explore, and thought buying gas was like fine wine to me, putting thousands of miles each year around the state.
Welcoming a new day as a treat to be part of this world.

A tiny deer races not to be photographed
A  burn replenishes the prairie with new life. Some seeds need this help to germinate and it opens up areas for all the plants to compete and survive. This is at the Red Feather Prairie.
Ring-billed Gulls
White Pelican

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Here And There

White-breasted Nuthatch

The last of the season, a Sulphur Butterfly the end of November.
House Finch

A prairie at rest
Saves the best
When spring begins
But beauty is always there
And never seems to end.

Old barn shares
With  me the stories
Of the ages past and gone.

He followed me around all day
Watching me take photos
Watching me play
Sometimes he was in front of me
Just trying to race the sun
Shadow play, out on the prairie.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Sunday Stroll: The End Of The Day

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Following a deer trail along the river, I hoped to spot some deer up close. A recent rain had made the leaves covering the trail more soft so I could walk with better stealth. There are no guarantees, since these creatures of the forest be on guard for rivals to compete for the does in the area. Tiny yearlings begin to form small herds, being chased off by an approaching buck wanting their mother's complete attention. I always feel sorry when I see them, knowing they are fairly adaptive to the situation, but now completely on their own. When I started my hike I noticed the angle of the sun would provide a good chance to get reflections on the water. It depended where I was since huge hills surrounded me on all sides. Sometimes the sun was visible and others behind a ridge.
As the sun shone on the opposite bank it illuminated the bare trees with it's golden color.

These leaves turned translucent with the sun shining through. 

The sky reflects perfectly on the water, as if it were a mirror.

A rub where a buck has polished up his antlers to look his best.

An owl house, we have 24 more to set around the county being made at a local high school.

A hay rake once pulled by horses, washed downstream by yearly floods.
No deer tonight, but what a great time to be out in the woods.