A line dancing class for blue jays.
This best day ever brought a bird adorned in pheasant finery.
It brightened a dreary day.
Fishing becomes a rodeo event.
Why it’s called a red-tailed hawk.
A line dancing class for blue jays.
This best day ever brought a bird adorned in pheasant finery.
It brightened a dreary day.
Fishing becomes a rodeo event.
Why it’s called a red-tailed hawk.
To me, the red-winged blackbird brings spring.
A downy woodpecker strikes a pose.
I got the look from a herd of deer.
Blue jays participating in a scavenger hunt.
The fox sparrow casts a lovely shadow.
If there are no worms on the menu, you order the berries.
A foxy fox sparrow.
This house sparrow can’t bear to look at any more snow.
Like an Ibsen play, winter is a great disturber. Yet house sparrows chirp merrily in the snow.
A fox sparrow perches on a fallen branch during a snowstorm.
“It was a long, bumpy flight, I lost my luggage and now this,” said the grackle.
A fox sparrow digging a fox sparrow hole.
A wild turkey’s spurs don’t jingle, jangle, jingle.
A snowbird in a snowstorm.
A squirrel showing a wild turkey what he’d look like wearing a toupee.
He was a handsome Alaskan fellow.
Beware of the crows.
Talking about bird migration and whether miseries on the radio.
Welcome back. You’ll need three snows on your tail before it is truly spring.
This American tree sparrow might be considering heading north.
A blue jay feeding on the rib cage of a deer.
Eating goober peas.
Rock on.
A trumpeter swan water skiing after landing.
Mallards are an easy way to find beauty in the commonplace.
A pair of trumpeter swans on their way to the chiropractor’s office.
Three talkers find a listener.
This bald eagle in Park Rapids, Minnesota, was carved with a chainsaw.
A lovely painting of my favorite bird seen at Farm by the Lake (a retreat center) in Bagley,Minnesota.
A swan on wheels at Farm By The Lake retreat center in Bagley, Minnesota.
A Minnesota winter survival kit.
I live on this road. Actually, I live alongside this road.
The sun’s rays dance in the icy treetops.
“Look deep into my ice,” said the willow.
Accipiters consider a bird feeder to be a bird feeder.
Ice. The reason a willow weeps.
Ice caused each dead blade of grass to be reborn as a jewel.
Nobody move! I’ve lost a contact.