Blue Jay

 

  

Turkey In The Snow

Polka Dot Feathers!

I laughed when I picked them up in my yard, where they had been left by the cat.  

I liked them so much that I hung them in my house.  Now I smile every time I look at them and think of God's finger dipped in white paint.  His little, teen tiniest finger.

I wonder if the cat was laughing when she saw them up close. I'm pretty sure the bird wasn't.

Bald Eagles

Baldy found a deer carcass for breakfast.  I'm happy for him, and happy that he is thinking more about his belly than about the strangers who brought their car to a stop on the road nearby.  The last time I tried to get a photo of a bald eagle--just last week--he flew off before my tires had even quit rolling.   

Seeing this bird feasting on breakfast reminded me of a time last year when John spotted a different bald eagle from his combine seat. 

Some punk had shot this one off of a power pole, and it fell in our fencerow. John didn't see the crime, just the evidence.

He called the game warden, who confirmed Audrey's ID of an immature bald eagle. Bald eagles live in the wild for twenty or thirty years, but they don't get their white heads until they are around five years old.  This

is a young one.

I'm sad that some people feel big if they can put down something smaller than themselves.

Grey

This photo has not been edited, nor changed to black-and-white.
God sometimes paints in shades of grey.

Poultry in Motion

We like a little variety in the laying flock.

This Golden Laced Wyandotte is stealing a sip from the dog's water bowl.

This one's a Rhode Island Red. She's thinking she'll head back to Rhode Island, but we know the car will never make it that far, so we took the keys away.

And this fella is a Black Australorp. He is as stately as his name.