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As I sat in my backyard, photographing birds, this squirrel noticed me. It kept creeping closer and closer, trying to decide if I was a threat.
Reconnecting with nature through hiking, camping, and paddling
Photos of animals in their natural habitat and a few photos of wild animals in captivity
As I sat in my backyard, photographing birds, this squirrel noticed me. It kept creeping closer and closer, trying to decide if I was a threat.
On a hot summer day this Brown Thrasher visited one of the bird baths in my yard.
Continue reading “Brown Thrasher”On a recent Sunday morning I set out to photograph of some of the birds frequenting my backyard feeder. It’s always a slow process that requires a lot of patience.
Continue reading “Northern Flicker On The Fence”The beaches of the Outer Banks in North Carolina are full of ghost crabs. These small crabs dig holes in the sand and roam the beaches looking for just about anything to eat.
In the early morning hours late last summer I witnessed a small herd of deer drinking from the river and watched from a distance as they began their day.
A great time of day to spot turtles in the river is at dawn.
Since they are cold blooded the turtles need the warm of the sun to really get moving. Rocks in the middle of the river provide a great opportunity to soak up the sun’s energy in a place where they won’t likely be disturbed.
When I found this Eastern River Cooter warming on the rocks the sun’s rays had just made their way over the trees on the river bank.
The James River near Richmond, Virginia is home to a fairly large number of Double-Crested Cormorants. It’s pretty common to spot them sunning on rocks or swimming in the water.
Great Blue Herons are such a common sight along the banks of the James River in Richmond, Virginia. They really are part of the river itself. In fact when I don’t see any it feels like something is wrong. Continue reading “Great Blue In Flight”
Floating past a log in the the middle of the James River, I noticed this immature Green Heron. At first I thought it was funny the heron wasn’t perched on the end of the log waiting for a small fish to swim by.