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Bison

Bison bull on pasture

Bison bull on pasture

He’s getting old, but he is such a majestic, grizzled, shaggy creature, with his bedraggled winter coat half shed, his horns slightly worn down from rubbing, and his beautiful dark eyes.

Bison bull on pasture

Bison bull on pasture

Bison bull, with tongue

Bison bull, with tongue

One of the details I remember from when I saw my first bison almost forty years ago is the surprising stripe pattern underneath their agile tongue. Also known as handkerchief.

Bison cow with calf a few days old

Bison cow with calf a few days old

The arrival of the first calf of the season is always highly anticipated. This cow has beautiful horns.

She will stay at the far side of the herd with her calf if the farm truck approaches. She will often stand between the calf and the truck even when distant, so it may require patience to get a photo.

Any cow with a young calf is dangerous. Bison can move at the speed of lightning.

Yesterday it rained

After the rain was mostly over, I went to the woods.

A bracket fungus?

A bracket fungus?

This one oak tree branch ended in a symphony of intricate bends. In a lush green.

Oh oak tree!

Oh oak tree!

We may not have a show of blooms in this part of the world just yet, but there is plenty of colour, and there are even some exotic specimens.

Bear in the field

Bear in the field

A bend in the creek

A bend in the creek

The Red Osier Dogwood branches have always been one of my favourites.

Hazelnut?

Hazelnut?

Coral spot fungus, and moss

Coral spot fungus, and moss

There is bright colour and loveliness if you know where to look…

Great Horned Owl

I knew she was nesting somewhere nearby. I saw her one midnight as a patch of paleness perched high in a tree behind our house, when I looked out my window. Today as I walked across our yard she swooped by me. I sat in a lawn chair for half an hour, and finally she returned.

Great Horned Owl

Great Horned Owl

After posing high up in a poplar for a few minutes, she flew by me again. I remember wondering at the stick she held in her claws. It was only as I looked at the photos on my computer tonight that I realized that was no stick she flew over my head with…

Great Horned Owl

Great Horned Owl

I have Ophidiophobia. Snake phobia. I sit here at my computer and shudder, and want to lift my feet off the floor, every time I look at these photos or think of how she flew over me with that!