Little Red lived under my shed
A cozy and discreet sheltered retreat
One day I got tough and said “Enough is enough!”
I replaced the shed floor and showed him the door
Who could have predicted he would be rightly evicted
Leaving behind the nest’s contents without even paying the rent
Find another spot so he should, they’re aplenty in the neighbourhood.
Are you glad this mockingbird did sing… loudly
You won’t have to buy me a diamond ring
Or a looking glass, a billy goat, or a cart and a bull.
No matter what, you’ll always be the sweetest baby in town.
This horned lizard, also known as horny toad, was staying put in the shadow of a rock on a warm morning. The only reason I noticed it is because it moved to get in the shade. Not very skittish, it let me get nice and close, posing.
First, at a distance, grazing peacefully on the snow-covered plain, the herd paid no attention to the visitor leaning his lens against the fence post and on the metal wire.
Then, one by one, and two by two, they walked on over, watching the curious bystanders.
In minutes, they were so close that not even just one of the magnificent bisons would fit whole in the frame.
For minutes that seemed like hours, we watched each other, with a mix of curiosity and caution, breath condensing from our nostrils in the cold air, dissipating little clouds.
Too soon, it seemed, they wandered over a little farther downfield to sample the cold grass hiding beneath the unspoiled layer of fresh snow, leaving the few spectators speechless on the other side of a fence that seemed a rather futile barrier.
Candidly, the man who had stood quietly beside me turned and said: “You’re the bison whisperer.”
A shrug of my shoulders my only reply. We both walked away slowly, a grin on our face. Nothing more needed to be said.
This little guy has been on a mission, harvesting the walnuts from our neighbour’s tree, and stashing them in a few choice spots. This morning, he decided to take double-bites. Maybe he knows something… One thing’s for sure, he does not appreciate competition.
Piercing through morning haze
Off the blue liquid mirror
Lost in thought
Pulled from my reverie
Mirage or trickery
Like a gentle shower
Hundreds of tiny circles
Perturbing the water
Here one second
Gone in a flash
There with a dash
Breakfast for tiny pike
Watching, eager to strike
Tiny wings and legs above
All it took was one bite
I really liked the foxglove
p.s. If you’re still reading at this point, you probably wonder what the foxglove has to do with the story. Well, nothing really.
I never took a photo of the lake… I wish I had my camera with me, alas I didn’t.
But I had a photo of a foxglove. That’s it.