Bald Eagle – Zeroed In
Zeroed In Concentrating on the fish below, the Bald Eagle zeroed in on its target. ~ Anecdote and Bald Eagle capture, Zeroed In © Jerry L. Ferrara
SHOT FROM THE FILE
Svalbard Glacier – Fortress of Ice
Fortress of Ice Late light on a glacial face … Fortress of Ice. ~ 6:25PM. 9/7/22. 79° 42′ 79.962″ N by 21° 52′ 39.39″ E, Norway © Jerry L. Ferrara
Morning Beauty
Morning Beauty As the misty fog cleared and the sun’s rays spread across the land, we came upon this morning beauty. ~ Anecdote and Morning Beauty capture © Jerry L. Ferrara
Polar Bear – Walking On Water
Walking On Water As the Arctic days passed, the ambient temperature plummeted and the water began to congeal. At times there was flexure to the liquid’s surface and it became a kind of rubbery platform. Some of the younger Polar Bears were able to successfully maneuver across the plastic medium without punching through. At times they appeared to be walking on water. ~ Anecdote and Polar Bear capture, Walking On Water © Jerry L. Ferrara
Wild Turkey – We’re Almost There
We’re Almost There It’s November 21st. We’re almost there. ~ Wild Turkey capture, We’re Almost There © Jerry L. Ferrara
Gray Wolf – Up On Snowy Ridge
Up On Snowy Ridge Up on Snowy Ridge, the wind is full of bite. Most creatures do not stir, so stay they out of sight. And well for them they do, amongst the stormy howl. For in the blustery murk, a presence there may prowl. It moves with stealth and purpose, but is it really there… a ghostly apparition, or just a false affair? Up on Snowy Ridge, the tempest meets demise. From the womb of Hell, a bold form does arise. Its aura full of skookum, though mankind finds great flaw. Yet wild things in wild places, live by sacred law. Up on Snowy Ridge, the untamed Gray Wolf waits. It stands for all that’s wild and free, will this remain its fate? …will wilderness abate? ~ Poem and Gray Wolf capture, Up On Snowy Ridge © Jerry L. Ferrara
Blakiston’s Fish Owl – The Blakiston’s Fish Owl
The Blakiston’s Fish Owl Fish I the shoals of riparian streams deep in the Stygian night. My secret life does make me seem a creature kept from sight. The Ainu thought I brought good luck, we shared a life complete. But human numbers grew so much my kind’s now quite deplete. When I arrive to dine each night along a snowy shore, I search the dark without much light to catch my meal and more. Talons to the pool I go, my wings are held up high. It’s how I catch my supper, though, my pinions must stay dry. I eat the fish, I cannot wait, it’s back to work I go. To catch a meal that’s for my mate. She waits for me to show …and off to feed my waiting partner, silently I go. The Blakiston’s Fish Owl is highly endangered and one of the rarest birds on the planet. It also belongs with the Eagle Owl faction, the largest of owl species. It is found only in restricted areas of Russia, China and Japan. ~ Poem, anecdote and Blakiston’s Fish Owl image © Jerry L. Ferrara
Bald Eagle – The Arrow
The Arrow The archer pulls the taut string aft and with it slides the narrow shaft. Notched in place does arrow wait to be released and reach its fate. The energy that is kept pent does now propel the weapon sent. When so done, flies it for sure. The arrow’s target won’t endure. ~ Poem and Bald Eagle capture, The Arrow © Jerry L. Ferrara from the book, Wild North Idaho: Season of the Eagle
Common Loon – Hauntingly
Hauntingly The placid surface of the lake’s face was kissed by the morning light but remained expressionless. Its demeanor spoke no emotion, nor held hint of mood. It just was. As time passed, an audible feature slowly joined the scene. At first it was but a hint, far off and barely perceptible. It was a lonely sound that spoke of forlorn. Then the author appeared, but only briefly before diving deep and vanishing. Such are the ways and the voice of the Common Loon. One of the most hauntingly beautiful sounds in Nature is committed by the Common Loon. The creature’s call reaches deep into the soul. ~ Essay and Common Loon capture, Hauntingly © Jerry L. Ferrara
Great Horned Owl – That Deadly Stare
That Deadly Stare A Halloween thought for the forest’s wee furry beasties. The fiend is out and loose tonight Its presence brings chaos and fright A piercing look, that deadly stare Those devil orbs pervade and glare The beast with horns is on the make So do beware for Heaven’s sake! ~ Poem and Great Horned Owl capture, That Deadly Stare © Jerry L. Ferrara