nature, photography, Uncategorized, wildlife

Springtime Messenger

Robin 2 DRWI’m participating in a 52 Week Photo Challenge. The topic this week is spring.  What to shoot, what to shoot?  Flowers, budding trees, frogs, newborn calves…all of these remind me of spring and the rebirth that the season brings.

But since I had to choose just one, it was this guy.  Nothing is sweeter music to my tired winter ears than the song of the American Robin. I shot photos that were more artistic and colorful, but as a harbringer of springtime in Wyoming, the robin can’t be beat.

Teresa

nature, Uncategorized, Wyoming

Girls Who Fish

First Fishing Trip.jpg

It’s spring break and Wyokiddo and I are out playing while Outdoor Guy tends to the birds.  Today, she requested we go fishing, so mid-morning we loaded up her Mickey Mouse fishing pole and some worms and we headed out.

The fishing was slow, so Wyokiddo had time to ponder the esoteric.

“Mama, why are there only boys out here?”

I set down my rod and contemplated how to answer her question.  Occasionally we’d see a woman fishing in a boat with her husband.  But by and large, anytime we were out in the field, it was men, or boys with their dads.  Very few little girls, and never just a mom and her daughter.

“Well, some girls haven’t ever had anyone take them fishing,” I tried to explain.  “They might live in a city where there isn’t any place to fish, or no one has ever shown them how.   And some girls don’t want to fish.  They think it’s boring or dirty or gross, or that it’s something only boys should do.  They don’t know how much fun it can be!”

Wyokiddo was quiet after that, dividing her attention between her bobber in the water and the ladybug crawling up her arm.

Several minutes later, she looked up at me and squinted against the late morning sun.

“Mama, let’s always be the kind of girls who fish.”

From her lips to God’s ears.  No matter where life takes this beautiful little soul, may she always be one of the girls who fish.

Teresa

nature, Uncategorized, wildlife, Wyoming

The Commute

Most mornings and evenings, we are treated to a show in the sky as giant flocks of geese fly over our house.  Canada geese, snow geese and the occasional Ross goose or Greater white-fronted goose.

Sometimes it’s just a few dozen.  Other nights, such as last night, the geese number in the thousands.  Tonight, thousands of them landed in the neighbors field.  I can hear them chattering back and forth, even now, at ten o’clock.  It’s not exactly sonorous, but it’s beautiful music nonetheless.

nature, photography, Uncategorized, weather

Winter’

snowflakes

Freezing rain and snow
Folks falling on their butts now
Mother Nature laughs.

My contribution to WPC – Repurpose…Mother nature is the ultimate upcycler…from water to snow to water again…

This is my first attempt at snowflake macro work.  And haiku, for that matter.  I should probably just stick to photography.

Teresa

nature, photography, Uncategorized, wildlife

Beauty and the Breeze

Pheasant Out of Truck CW.jpgThe Spring Special Pheasant season is underway here at the bird farm.  The four weeks of the special hunt and general hunt are tantamount to chaos in our lives.  We’ve got folks driving up and down our roads all day, hunters wandering around our house, pheasant seeking refuge in our shrubbery.   It is also the busiest time of year for Outdoor Guy, as his days become a blur of feeding, loading and releasing birds.

Occasionally, I take a break from being the chief wrangler of Wyokiddo to ride with my husband as he releases the pheasants in the evenings.  It is all pretty routine for him.  For me, there is still something poetic and wonderful about it.  I love seeing the birds burst from their boxes on the truck and exploding into the great beyond.  Sometimes they crow or purr.  Other times, they are simply off and away, their wing beats lost to gentle murmurings of a Wyoming wind.

Teresa