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There are Times — Tuesday, May 7, 2024
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
No fear at 11 months...much braver than in later years |
And 29 years later, 30 years old, at grandma's 75th birthday party. I sure loved those two. |
Another zealous apple picker |
Snidely Whiplash |
Nell...AKA Branta bernicla |
Snidely attempting to invite Sweet Nell to dinner...his dinner.... |
Curses, foiled again! |
Lots of birding by ear today |
So foggy a cottontail I startled jumped right on a bird that was feeding in the road What a kerfluffle! |
Oh, look, a Carolina Wren! |
Sun's up! |
Not as foggy up here on the hill |
Hear all those Robins? There must be 30 of them! |
What a year for Yellow-rumped Warblers |
The trees are full of them and they love to hunt bugs on the buildings. Birders have nicknamed them "Butterbutts" |
Home again, home again |
But watch your step |
Insert stern expression and beady-eyed glare here |
Still more beady-eyed glare if needed.... |
Listening.... |
I see evidence that this coyote has been stomping grapes for wine to warm his winter hearth. |