Archive For: Wildlife Stories

Featured in the News, Thanks to a Beaver

 

 

 

 

I’ve been planning to live to be 150.  That’s years, I’m talking about.  When biologists recently confirmed we are physiologically made to last at least 200 years, I upped my goal accordingly.

 

Yet, on the day I saw my first wild beaver in my neighborhood creek, I felt my life was complete!  The beaver-spotting passion has taken hold, closely matching how I feel about cats.

 

Not everyone has a chance to spot the beavers, even when they are out early enough.

 

 

For the benefit of other creek trail walkers, I posted my Read the rest

 

One Ant’s Partial View of the Total Eclipse

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I wasn’t going to bother with the total solar eclipse.  I didn’t have time.  I hadn’t planned 3 years ahead to reserve a flight and lodging at the Grant Tetons so I could join the masses sitting along the center path of totality on Gros Ventre Road.  I hadn’t purchased the special viewing glasses.  I didn’t have any white construction paper to build a pinhole camera.  And I had an appointment Monday morning that I couldn’t change.  I just didn’t have time.

I wanted to finish a real estate photography project before getting sidetracked with anything else.  My dad was Read the rest

 

An Urban Beaver Plies Its Trade

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I SAW THE BEAVER !!!   My life is complete!  I’ve seen the Beaver, the elusive resident of a local urban creek.

Having had major surgery sometime back, I’m under strict instructions to walk regularly.  A year has passed since the operation, but I still vigilantly walk 60 to 90 minutes each day.   I take my camera with me on every walk, prospecting for images along the trail bordering a local creek.   Adding a hood to the end of my 100-400mm telephoto lens gives my camera an overall length of 14 inches and a visual impact commented on by many who Read the rest

 

The Royal Rescue

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Someone grabbed my ankles.  Someone wearing thick, heavy leather gloves was holding my feet so I couldn’t move, so my talons couldn’t cut away the hands.  Someone was holding my wings so I couldn’t fly.

Well, this wasn’t going to fly!  How did I ever get this close to a person?  What was that uncomfortable, throbbing pain in my left toe?  Why did I smell so bad?  And what were those strange sounds?

“No cell phones allowed in Wildlife!” someone was barking.  “We don’t want the wildlife to get accustomed to urban sounds.” 

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But I’d heard those sounds before.  Read the rest