Thank goodness for surf scoters.
I stood wishing for that 400mm telephoto lens I know I’d never carry. But, good equipment or not, I was still rewarded with that moment. The hunter circled back.
he little bird was so intent in swooping and snacking that he took no notice of the beastie who plotted his demise. #gardenlife #birding
He was on his way to meet a lady. #lookingforlove #tarantula
As God as My Witness … #thanksgiving #wildturkeys
Watching the common grackle bathe on a hot day reminded me of a magical time and the other common things I’ve left behind in Ohio–lightning bugs, summer rain, and best friends. #birding #common
Hangin’ There. Flip that 1970s attitude. Forget the “Hang in There” of kitten days. Grab your inner dragon(fly) and start “hangin.” #attitude #grablife
Little bits of sunshine flitting and fussing about the garden, engulfing the feeders to gobble up sunflower seeds, pausing at the brook to lap droplets of water on the hot summer afternoon. #birding
I believe in serendipity. Without the crowd, I wouldn’t have been in the Windows on Wildlife when this little bird appeared. #myfirst #birding
Sometimes it isn’t enough to stop and smell the flowers. Sometimes they need to be tasted. These fellows do it right. #flylikeabutterfly
Little Gems at Secor Metropark in Sylvania, Ohio. #toledometroparks #birding
My parents have hung a wren house in their yard for as long as I can remember. Every year, a little male comes and builds a nest. Then he sings and sings for a mate. Sometimes a female will come to lay eggs and raise a brood. Other times, the nest will be abandoned for…