This was actually a fun shot that happened by accident. I’d been trying to snap a picture of the moon earlier in the evening to capture the beautiful clouds at dusk, but I was failing, miserably. In the time that my husband and I had a conversation in the driveway about my aperture and SLR settings, it was dark and I’d lost all the beautiful evening light. But, as luck would have it, I just aimed my lens upwards, sucked in a breath, and took this picture in sheer frustration. And lo and behold, it was the best one of the lot that night.
In mid-October, my husband and I ventured back to my home state of North Carolina to visit with my family and also earn a year’s worth of husband points for accompanying me to my 20th High School Reunion.
While in town, my parents treated us to a family dinner at their favorite restaurant, the Pisgah Inn – located on the Blue Ridge Parkway. The menu is terrific and perfect for any special occasion and the views you can enjoy while eating are second to none. I took this picture above from the deck of the restaurant just before we had an evening rain roll in.
On the return drive home, we stopped off at an overlook called Funnel Top, also on the Blue Ridge Parkway, and had just a few minutes to take another quick picture before the rain opened up and dusk settled.
I do love being near the Rocky Mountains here in this part of the country in Wyoming. But for all their grandeur and contrast, the Great Smoky Mountains are ancient and endless in their own right. Their infinite horizons remind me of water colors, painted with the most precise and perfect lines.
It’s home. No matter how far away I live, the mountains always breathtakingly unfold to welcome me back, every time.
Resting in an aspen tree on a cold hunting day here in Cheyenne, WY. Looks like a juvenile Cooper’s hawk.
A pair of juvenile European Starlings were having the best time in our bird bath a few days ago. So much fun, in fact, the they splashed out nearly all of the water.
We’ve been visited by several birds who enjoy coming to have a sip of cool, clean water as well as some who prefer to splash about (usually it’s the robins who have a party in the bath). The bowl was a simple $30 purchase from a local landscaping shop, but has provided so much entertainment to watch our feathered friends while they enjoy their own little watery oasis.
Caught this visitor munching on the fallen birdseed under our feeders. This one caught my attention because, really, look at those paws 🙂
There’s almost nothing so adorable and natural as an infant having just filled up on warm milk and then passing out into a milk coma in a state of utter bliss. Walking by my kitchen window yesterday, I am pretty sure I just observed the Robin equivalent: The worm coma:
This Robin parent was working so hard (as mom and dad birds of all types are in the spring). The fledgeling was perched, unmoving, on our back deck rail for hours while the adult flew back and froth continually. I was worried for 2 hours when I didn’t see the adult return, but then they did and junior was treated to a big piece of yummy worm.
After which he or she promptly passed out into, you guessed it, a worm coma. The little fluff could hardly hold it’s head up as it snoozed the warm day away.
Finally the poor thing was in such a state of snooze, it just let it’s little head fall down and there it lay, the most contented Robin in the history of birds.
Once the worm coma passed, it was up and at ’em again, chirping away as a little homing beacon for the adult to come back again, and again, and again…
As spring fades into summer here in Wyoming, our home was visited by Winter. No, we haven’t experienced a shift in climate, but instead a friendly visitor who began tip-toeing through our property over the winter months. Being all white and often blending with the snow then, I named him/her Winter. This furry feline neighbor (from where we do not know) took a hiatus recently but came back a while ago.
I first did a double-take when I saw a paw sticking up out of a flower pot in the back yard. Winter was back. Granted, he/she has been a menace on occasion to the backyard birds we feed year round, but overall our furry visitor doesn’t do any harm otherwise.
We tend to attract local animals somehow. In addition to Winter, we’ve also been visited by other neighborhood cats who are allowed to roam (or perhaps are feral). So long as no damage is done, we welcome the visits.