Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Sunday, September 15, 2024
Immature Black-crowned Night Heron During Sunrise
I don't remember how it all started, but I remember very well the day I discovered a spacious backwater on the Bear River, which is the flight path of many birds.
When I am on the Bear River MBR, I drive to this backwater, and like a Great Blue Heron patiently wait for the fish to come to me when in the sky a bird may appear, any bird.
Sometimes I see a squadron of pelicans heading my way or seagulls soaring overhead, but on some days a lone immature Black-night heron flies past.
Saturday, September 14, 2024
Young Male Mule Deer with His Harem
A young buck with his harem appeared out of blue, quickly crossed the road and before they were going to disappear into the desert they stopped and looked at me with curiosity. Just a few seconds decided the fate of this family portrait.
Generally, life is good.
Thursday, September 12, 2024
In the Wasatch Mountains. Death and Life
The old ceased to exist and the new was born, and the new gave way to yet another new.
Generally, life is good.
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