Wild Things

I tried to capture the delightful scene of otters

swimming in our creek.

There was a mother and two babies who looked

so frisky and happy gliding in the low water.

My photos are not very good

as I was standing on top of our bridge

and they can be remarkably swift.

Actually, I had to discard most pictures

and the only ones remaining that were sort of o.k.

are just of the mother. I think the babies were

curled up in the water grasses napping.

This photo is taken in the opposite direction

and I love how the sky is reflected in the water.

This little land loving guy and his compatriots

have been very busy for weeks

climbing way up in the fir trees

to throw cones down which creates quite

a racket when the cones hit the top of my car

or the roof of the woodshed.

They leave the cones to burst open on their own

and then eat away, or hide them in very special places.

We have lived here for over thirty years

and I never remember a summer/fall where

we have had so many fir cones.

The acorns are also prolific this year.

Perhaps Mother Nature is posting her 

notes for a cold winter.

All the best to you and many thanks

for yesterday's visits.

Ellen.