Cathartic… purging the bowels… metaphorically cleansing the psyche. Ewwww! Right? Never did I know until today… that turkey vultures’ Latin name is Cathartes aura. Purifier. As in regurgitation. As in urohydrosis. Look that one up! Why do I care? Because up at the Mills place you see this… See ’em? They love it up there……
Category: Wildlife
Low Light
I tried to get some photos of 5 bull elk in our field last night. Their antlers have shed, of course, but, body-wise… they were big bulls. However, it was dark-thirty, and I’m very bad at taking pictures in low light. From the top of a 4 wheeler. While it is moving. And the subjects…
Open
As the sun sets, I often switch to sepia or black and white to use the contrast. This little reservoir in the badlands gave me the perfect opportunity to play. This one turned out to be my favorite… and “Open” seemed like an appropriate title. The badlands aren’t that “bad”… as you can see in…
Strut Your Stuff
Well, I have OOPE photos from yesterday. I have fence fixin’ photos from today. I have wildlife photos from today. I have scenery photos from today. Rarely do I have so much to talk about and so little time and space… The morning began with Lucas and I helping Johnny kick heifer calves out…
Heifer Story
Sooner or later, you do a job long enough, something unusual will occur that makes the entire process glow with a new light… So it is with checking heifers… I mentioned before how I check the heifers sometime between 10 and 11 pm. There are no street lights. Moonlight and starlight exist in its phases,…
Feeding What?
I have always enjoyed identifying birds, tracks, animals, plants, trees… whatever seems to cross my path. I was VERY frustrated on my cruise last year… asking locals what the names of the trees were and they would simply say, “I don’t know.” I don’t like that. I try to know what things are! Now I…
Up the mountain
We have had multiple snowstorms blow through… some have hit us, some just barely over the top of us, as we can see the snow line just a few hundred feet up the mountain. Today, though, has been a gorgeous day. Fairly warm… just hear that grass grow! Ironically, I spent most of the morning…
Quarry
We stepped over the prickly pear cactus and avoided the tall sagebrush. Every few steps our jeans accidentally brushed against the sage creating a seemingly loud *scrrrrrritch*. We pointed and whispered, our quarry lay ahead in the dim light. We could hear them and see their white patches in the the deepening gloom. Unfortunately the…
For an Interesting and Enjoyable View
For those of you interested in coyotes, those whispers of grey, my friend has an amazing blogspot. Please visit http://dailycoyote.blogspot.com, you will be amazed.
Whispers of Grey
They appeared quickly through the dry trees…running grey whispers going flat against the dingy white snow. One shouldered into another and sent him rolling…but he quickly regained his feet and the whispers continued on. They were fast. Low and stretched out, the ground they covered passed quickly. There were four. One is seen frequently, two is not…
A Fox Visits
When you get that feeling in the morning that perhaps you should drag your camera along… just in case. Do it! The thought crossed my mind this morning, but protecting it from hay and grain dust seemed too much to bother with. Bad decision. A young fox came by not 15 feet away from Vernon…packing…