*The dark brown and black flecks a little above the fence posts are blackbirds pushing their luck pecking bug pests off of a Red-Tailed Hawk.*
A Journey down many roads and across several bridges filled the memory with many of nature’s well known curiosities and some exceptional rarities. From the hip-hop bounce of cottontails to the shadows of pine forested hills and sundewed hollows. From the White-Tailed Deer bounding through fields filled with drowned crops and too many frog filled pond-sized puddles to the rarity of two deer fording a river wide creek that reflected painted clouds on the horizon. Continue reading
Clouds, Auroras, or False Auroras; you decide. :0)
They say there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; well what about a cob of gold…corn that is.
“Mountains” of Clouds behind piles of Moo Cows