Thursday, November 28, 2013

Prairie Pretties



















 
Reflections
 

 
11-20-13
I can't believe I found this tiny area that still had tiny grasshoppers and a Woolly Bear caterpillar.  A tiny micro climate island out on the prairie.


 
 Still hanging out with the best, even though it has been a bit cold.
 
 
A dry creek bed through limestone hills that were once ocean reefs in  the
Pennsylvanian Age.

Happy Thanksgiving

 
 
Its nice to have family
And something good to eat too,
 
 
I started cooking them early
They can be tough too.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Bambi


 
 For many one sits in a tree stand and hopes for a trophy to pass. I often ask hunters what they are after, the meat or mount for the wall. I have eaten a lot of it, but still like to go to the store and get meat, it is so much easier. I can ask for a piece from a few friends,  but like them alive the best. I still marvel having shot the big buck, and have my digital image to prove it. A good friend, Bumpy Rhodes, often goes out with me in search of that best shot. In November the deer start a rut, or mating season, that puts them out in full force. After this the bucks aren't as easy to find, preferring the deeper woods. On this day we "bagged" nine bucks, three does and only a few yearlings.
 
This poor guy has his tongue hanging out. Perhaps worn out or hungry for more play.
 





 A youngster
 Beautiful oaks

A yearling




Mom and her two kids. By the rough fur on her back one can assume she was rounded up for someone's harem , but still made it back to the kids. Perhaps it wasn't her time.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Pelicans

This seemed to be a lay over and time for grooming. These huge birds are really fun to watch hunt. They travel in such beautiful form, synchronized as if watching a ballet. Today it was more splashing and preening, leaving a mass of feathers along the beach below my camp. I just chanced upon this flock going for a morning walk with a small bag of pastries to keep me content. When they fly they go around in circular flight, kettling, to gain altitude. Their colors almost make them disappear and then reappear even being so large. One catches a glimpse of them by the black on the edge of their wings. They eat 6-8 fish a day, so can really deplete a small pond or lake fast. As temperatures are turning cold around here, they better find a more southern territory fairly fast.























Wait, come back! These are not that vicious, they just want to check you out. Noses to the ground, the scent was more appealing to these canines rather than the sight.