On Fish Lake, in the shadow of Castle Mountain, last June a Trumpeter Swan pair hatched three downy white signets. They’ve since grown into feathered gray versions, a third the size of their large, stately parents . . . the serene beauty of Nature.
Sadly, one of the signets has now gone missing. At 4 AM the other morning a neighbor heard the Trumpeters making a ruckus. The suspected assassin is another one of Mother Nature’s local feral menagerie, a great horned owl . . . the cruel barbarity of Nature.
Of the remaining two signets, one appears slightly larger. Hopefully both will survive for the flight south with their parents before freeze-up.
+ ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Spent part of the afternoon canoeing Fish Lake visiting a family with a new set of triplets; watching a guy in tuxedo attire putting on a display trying to impress an equally well-dressed gal; and, back on shore, listening to a mother calling her kids from a high-rise . . . ???
In Jungle Book Mogli lingo that translates into three Trumpeter Swan signets hatching out; a male loon strutting his stuff for his girlfriend; and a mother spruce grouse perched in a tree calling her scattered clutch back together 😊
Here’s a few pics of what mine was to savor watching His feathered creatures loving living life in the Last Frontier.
A spruce hen and her chick perched safely above me . . . fresh imprints revealing a predator/prey pursuit . . . last fall’s bull moose antler scrapes . . . each a page in Mother Nature’s cycle of life that graced today’s wilderness wanderings.
“For every creature of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand hills“. – Psalm 50:10
Otra dia, otra adventura is a Spanish adage that translates . . . another day, another adventure . . . every day exploring Creation is.
Got in one last Great Smoky Mountains wander today before jumping on the jet to the Last Frontier tomorrow. As always a new adventure awaited, two colorful blooms not yet seen this Spring . . . a kind of farewell mini-bouquet from Mother Nature.
“But I tell you that not even King Solomon with all his wealth had clothes as beautiful as one of these flowers“.
Lord willing, my next hike will be roaming the Greatland’s vast forests and magnificent, snow-capped mountain cathedrals . . . stay tuned.
Creation treated me to two small wonders on today’s woods wander.
One, a ‘tree’ delicately inscribed on a fallen leaf.
The other, lighter than cotton; weigh for weight 5 times stronger than steel; 1,000 times thinner than a human hair; capable of stretching 4 times its length; consisting of 100% sticky protein, it’s manufactured by one of creation’s smallest creatures into intricate designs to capture food . . . spider silk.
With no blueprint to follow, I watched fascinated as the tiny spider arduously spun its exquisite, geometric web . . . a web of beauty to me . . . a web of death to an unsuspecting insect.
Two small wonders . . . both testifying to an Omnipotent Creator . . . or random evolution? I grieve if you choose the latter. + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Here’s a Ripley’s Believe It Or Not . . . I was once considered cute! . . . back when still in diapers and dinosaurs roamed the earth 😊.
Here’s a cutie that came floating down the creek today I scooped up in my hand . . . wouldn’t suggest trying that when he leaves his diapers stage 😊.
After musing that with his lifespan of 70 years I’ve already exceeded that by nearly a decade, I began to feel really, really old and returned him to Mother Nature’s care. + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!