Black bear scat.
Made from Legos in Reiman Gardens in Ames, Iowa.
More Legos art from Reiman Gardens in Ames, Iowa.
Justa road in Morgan City, Louisiana.
The real estate taxes on muskrat houses have remained unchanged for many years.
A cardinal puts a bow on a feeder
Lake Mattamuskeet in North Carolina.
Talons and claws.
A bird feeder.
An American kestrel employed as an education bird in Lansing, Michigan.
Made from Legos at Reiman Gardens in Ames, Iowa.
What is that? Is that gluten?
A chickadee’s pecking order is covered in its employee handbook
The loveliness of a house sparrow.
This one found in Lamoni, Iowa, has to be the world’s largest loose meat sandwich if you can drive through it.
A sign of spring.
Thinking of my parents today.
There were days when it seemed like it.
Cows have changed over the years.
At the edge of the Jesse James farm outside Kearney, Missouri.
A Waffle House in Missouri.
A waffle I enjoyed in a Waffle House in Missouri.
A nuthatch clings to the world just as we all must.
Mulling over the muskrat situation on the radio.
Hawk watching basics for nuthatches
A bald-faced hornet nest will not be reused by the builders.
This beaver chased my canoe down the river. It’s funny now.
A mountain bluebird posed for me in Montana.
Birding on the radio.
Let’s talk about nature on the radio.
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I have been receiving severe scoldings from squirrels all day.
My wife leans in to hear a totem pole’s comments in Alaska.
A rather noisy photo of a local snowy owl.
Because I can never see too many Steller’s jays.
I can’t prove it, but I believe this cute, little red squirrel just said something bad about my mother.
The perfect gift for the handyman. Found at the Hammer Museum in Haines, Alaska.
It’s this groundhog’s day.
Every road is eventually.
A Bigfoot I spotted near Rose Creek, Minnesota.
This white-breasted nuthatch is hatching a plan to find more seeds.
The morning dove sings of a hula hoop. “Hula hoop, hoop, hoop.”
The trumpeter swans failed to medal in the synchronized swimming competition, but they gave a good effort.
Rafting geese.
Merlin
A Merlin is a small falcon, slightly larger than an American kestrel, that medieval falconers called “lady hawk.”
I never hear about the middle man in the totem pole.
No worms yet, but their lawn needs mowing.
A plumber’s favorite bird feeder.
This photo was taken during the robbery at the bakery
A guinea feather.
Taking a walk in Haines, Alaska.
Has Jack Frost finished this year’s painting?
An eastern cottontail eating corn on the cob.
A windblown junco.
A blue jay of winter
Winter’s footprint refuses to fade.
The winter has been as cold as a cast iron commode.
A pheasant phabric sample
A napping fox.
Cleaning fish.
The watchers.
A fishing bald eagle watching the bobber.
Still cleaning fish.
It was snowing, but it was a berry nice day.
This chickadee fights the wind in order to feed.
The purple finch, looking like a sparrow that has been dipped in cranberry juice, is the state bird of New Hampshire.
The female cardinal saw me first.
Feathers.
An American tree sparrow looking good in bad weather
This opossum is eking out a living. It’s not dressed for winter.
A homegrown umbrella.
These mallards aren’t in eclipse plumage
These mallards aren’t in eclipse plumage, but in mid-summer after breeding, the drake molts into a dull, basic plumage, called an eclipse plumage. Drakes in eclipse plumage look like hens, but their bills are yellow, while the hens' bills are orange marked with black. The sexes can be differentiated by their bill colors just as they appear here in their breeding colors.
A blue jay perches in a small tree. A really small tree.
As I walked this trail at Alligator River NWR near Manteo, North Carolina, I could almost hear stories from “On the Road.”
The former Longaberger HQ building in Newark, Ohio is called “The Big Basket” by locals.
The sign of the raven.
Well, I swan.
Trumpeter swans. A male swan is called a cob and the female a pen.
Al Batt: Spring is drawing near because nothing is far away — hopefully
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 chickadee is unable to pass the bar.
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.
The junco has no complaints because this is where it chooses to winter.
If there are no worms on the menu, you order the berries.
