Wednesday, February 28, 2018


Once in a while, while shooting pictures for Don's real estate company, I get a pleasant surprise. 
At a beautiful country home north of Gainesville, MO, I met Mikey, a friendly one-year-old cat. 
He followed me from room to room as I was taking pictures, 
and in the master bedroom, he jumped up on the bed, looked straight into the camera, and smiled! 
If you'd like to see the rest of his house, it's here.

Linking with Saturday's Critters

Monday, November 6, 2017

The Sky's Proclamation

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.

Psalm 19:1

Linking with Skywatch Friday

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Fast Food

Cardinal feeding fledgling

Our bird feeder has been a fast food restaurant this week with the female cardinal doing the take out. 
She grabs a sunflower seed to go, and flies up to the big hickory tree overhead to feed her fledglings, 
who do everything in their power to attract her attention. 
They fly and hop from branch to branch, positioning themselves to receive their version of an Egg McMuffin.

Cardinal feeds fledgling

Their incessant twittering imparts a sense of urgency. Mom can have no doubt about how hungry they are.

Cardinal feeds fledgling


fledgling cardinal in tree

A young male waits.

cardinal feeds fledglings

He is joined by his sister...

cardinal feeds fledglings

...and the girls win!

In years past, we've watched a male cardinal do the feeding, but in this family, it was all the mother's job.

"Did somebody say this was a BIRD feeder?

Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday

Friday, August 11, 2017

Raspberry Breakfast

She looked at ease in the garden, as if she belonged there, relishing her raspberry breakfast...

...checking to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

The small raised garden is west of the house, just a few yards below the deck off the kitchen. 
Don built it years ago out of railroad ties, and over time, it has had many productive seasons. 
This isn't one of them. At least, not for us.

Seeing a deer in the garden was not a surprise, but it seemed rather bold of her to be there in broad daylight.
I stepped out on the deck, and she paused mid-bite and looked up at me, as if to say,
"Just whose garden do you think this is, anyway?"

You know, she might have had a point, which raises the age old question:

Does a garden belong to the one who plants it,
or the one who harvests it?

Linking with Saturday's Critters