Cleaner

This can't be summer love...Justine Timberlake

Spring Beauty

Spring nears it's end

Petals fall to earth

Color regenerating the life

Of the Earth it draws from

For the next spring

There is no end

In For The Kill

A Bit Of The Color of Spring

Off To Hunt

Electric Flicker

Every Year we have our hydro knocked out by birds.

This Flicker though doing a really cool bongo drum

on this Hydro Transformer Can it is in danger of sudden death

From Out Of The Tree

Flight is an amazing thing.

Oceans abound

Land is hard and strong

But the air envelops all

Catchers of the Water

Running Out

Nice little Vancouver Island Blacktailed Deer on the run.

Coming up Spring in Cowichan Valley

Cute Chick

Hi, I am One of Twenty RESISTANCE is futile you will be assimilated

Interesting Mushroom Cloud Formation

Mushroom Cloud

Bumbling Bee

This Bumble Bee fell out of the sky, hit me in the head, probably not the best thing to do, bounced and landed on the concrete.


I picked him up to take him somewhere a little warmer to shake off that terrible blow.



Here he is coming back to conciousness.



I placed him on a sawhorse to rest in the barn and gather up its wits



Here it is doing the check the body parts that is common even amongst humans after a severe knock about



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bumblebee

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_honey_bee

Twins

Narcissus Twins

Daffodil

Daffodils are up

Reflection of Spring

As the Spring Sun shines through with a reflection of Blue Sky the Plants all start to show new life.

Duck Dodge

Caught this young, just about fully changed color, Bald Eagle flying in over my barn, as it flew over the barn a wayward duck comes in has a bit of a panic but manages to fly off without incident.

Circling Hawk

I think this Hawk likes me, keeps circling overhead,

or maybe it is the just the Chickens.

Been checking the chickens everynight no one missing...Yet

So maybe I have a new friend.

Raptor Across the Valley

As the Bald Eagle flies across the Valley Floor he gazes fiercly down into the fields searching for its next meal.

As Eagles Spar

As the Eagles Fly Past they go into a high speed acrobatic sparring match screaming their intent like children on a playground.

Shall Eagles not be Eagles?

Wrens be Wrens?

If all the world were Falcons, what of that?

The wonder of the Eagles were the less, But he not less the Eagle.

Lord Alfred Tennyson