The weather report as seen at River Bend Nature Center in Faribault.
Taopi, Minnesota (Mower County) has a population of 58.
One of the reasons why not many people ride bear back.
Old windmills, like this one in South Bend, Nebraska, enchant me.
It won’t be long.
Have a few thoughts on me.
This song sparrow found nothing to sing about in the snowstorm.
A robin weathers the weather.
Red means stop and look.
A common grackle wears the face of winter.
The loveliness of a female cardinal is enhanced by the snow.
Observations about nature on the radio.
Things always look better after the snowplow has gone by a few times.
The Dancing is for the Birds Class was not canceled due to snow.
It’s said that a robin needs three snows on its tail before it’s truly spring. This bird’s tail has seen more snows than that.
There I was, face-to-face with a cardinal, one of the least dangerous creatures in my yard, and all I had to defend myself with was a camera.
May will bring more than flowers.
Spring can be prickly.
I hugged spring once.
A white-winged dove, a bird I see regularly in Texas.
Here I am birding at Sax-Zim Bog.
Winter in the rearview mirror.
A red squirrel (also known as a chickaree, pine squirrel and fairy diddle) gives me the look.
A gray jay (Canada jay, whiskey jack or camp robber) eating peanut butter.
A popular stop for tourists at Sax-Zim Bog.
Cockney sparra.
A supermarket for termites.
A coyote is an omnivore.
A black bear can hit 30 mph.
A pole-dancing opossum in my yard.
A windmill, producing prairie winds for many years.
It will be a weird Thanksgiving this year.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Paul Bunyan.
Winter is beautiful. Sometimes it’s the most beautiful in a memory.
A northern shoveler carries the nicknames “spoonbill” and “smiling mallard.”
What are you looking at?
Ma and Pa Wood Duck.
It’s easy to be a Canada goose. One could do it with its eyes closed.
An elephant’s eyelashes.
With the temperature just north of 20°, song sparrows serenade the spring in my yard.
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.
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?
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.
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.
http://www.ktoe.com/2018/03/23/3-23-18-talk-of-the-town-with-al-batt/
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.
It’s this groundhog’s day.
Every road is eventually.
A Bigfoot I spotted near Rose Creek, Minnesota.
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.
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.
A guinea feather.
Taking a walk in Haines, Alaska.
An eastern cottontail eating corn on the cob.
A windblown junco.
Winter’s footprint refuses to fade.
The winter has been as cold as a cast iron commode.