This route into Cheyenne, WY is generally just another day of the same view we see on occasion when running errands heading back into town. It struck me from the passenger seat last week how it might look in black and white. It’s always interesting how the things we see daily can be so striking through a different filter.
A Wyoming snow came in today despite it technically being Spring now. It’s snowed several times over the last few days (but here in Cheyenne, only light accumulations).
Despite the snow, the birds were just singing their hearts out while it fell. Robins, Blue Jays, Juncos, House Sparrows, House Finches, Doves, Grackles, Starlings and Flickers were observed today. After filling all of our feeders, I stood outside under the aspens and quietly listened while the flakes fell.
And it felt more like Spring than Winter.
The wide-sweeping sky from tonight’s quiet walk about the neighborhood. Soft post-sunset colors, the cadence of your feet on a dirt road and a slow wind through the trees is a balm to the soul the only nature can offer.
On a wintery day in Virginia in November, 2013, no other birds in the woods had the fluff on display like this song sparrow. It’s not the most focused photo I’ve taken, as I was about 50ft away and behind a window when I snapped it, but it’s one of my personal favorites. I do miss song sparrows as even though they should be prevalent in the locations I’ve lived in the last three years, I haven’t seen many. I’m sincerely hoping to see a few in our new home in Wyoming soon. Their song is unique, sweet and comforting to hear, wherever I am.
We only received a few inches here in southeastern Wyoming today, but this dove was every bird on the feeders: Head down and braced against the wind.
Right now the Northern Flickers are the biggest birds visiting our feeders. I’m venturing this one is female but can’t be 100% without a better look.
Since we’ve been here in October, our range of birds is slowly broadening. This one was paying particular attention to the bay window I was shooting from, since our 6 month old house cat was seated beside me, chattering at everything that moved.
The last day of 2017 was cold and austere in our backyard. The skies were a slate, gray and the ground remained snow-covered. There is beauty still in how the aspen trees stand out against this foreboding winter background and their contrast added to the scene.