Winter Visitor This woodland species, the Ruffed Grouse, has been spending time in our forest. The winter visitor has also been a regular below the seed tray feeder and suet stations, dining on fare scattered by the Northern Flickers, Chickadees and Nuthatches. ~ Anecdote and Ruffed Grouse capture, Winter Visitor © Jerry L. Ferrara
Look Who Showed Up Look who showed up this morning [12-25-22]. Great Christmas gift. Merry Christmas!! ~ Anecdote and Moose capture, Look Who Showed Up © Jerry L. Ferrara
Mr. Mischief Mr. Mischief, where have you been? Have your deeds been full of sin? Give you a look that says, “Not me!” Those beady eyes belie … “We’ll see!” Deep within your genetic soul Lies a phenotype that’s droll You may think that mask you wear Covers all the wrong you dare Fooled not we by your winsome pose For Mr. Mischief … you’ve been exposed. ~ Poem and Raccoon capture, Mr. Mischief © Jerry L. Ferrara
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
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
We’re Almost There It’s November 21st. We’re almost there. ~ Wild Turkey capture, We’re Almost There © Jerry L. Ferrara
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
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
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
The Mob The Snowy Owl was simply attempting to rest after its arduous journey from the far north when it was discovered by a band of raucous Ravens. Remaining still, the stoic owl endured the rude treatment dished out by the discourteous corvids. The latter’s goal was to harass the owl away. Unable to coerce the predator to leave, the mob soon gave up its folly. The snowy creature’s strategy worked. ~ Anecdote and Snowy Owl and Ravens capture, The Mob © Jerry L. Ferrara