Nature and Wildlife Photos
Baby Squirrel
Elk in Pine July 21, 2011
Snake Dance
A friend sent these photos that were taken near Tucson, I do not know who the photographer was but he/she got some terrific shots.
Aerial Battle over a Duck at Lake Tapps, Washington
This story and photos was sent to me by a friend, I do not know the author, and it is not local but I thought it a great item of interest.
Here's a once-in-a-lifetime event captured on film...
The fellow sitting on the tailgate of his pickup truck never realized the show he was missing.
The little duck watches as the Eagle speeds straight at him at about 40 mph.
With perfect timing, the duck always dove and escaped with a mighty
splash! Then he'd pop to the surface as soon as the Eagle flew past. This was repeated over and over for several minutes. I worried the poor duck would tire and that would be the end of him.
A second Eagle joins the attack! The duck kept diving "just in time", so the Eagles began to dive into the water after him!
After several minutes the Eagles got frustrated and began to attack each other. They soon began to dive vertically, level out, and attack head-on in a good old-fashioned game of high-speed "Chicken". Sometimes they banked away from each other at the last possible second. Other times they'd climb vertically and tear into each other while falling back toward the water. (The duck catches his breath at the right side of this picture.)
A terrible miscalculation! The luckiest shot of my life catches this 100 mph head-on collision between two Bald Eagles.
One Eagle stayed aloft and flew away, but the other lies motionless in a crumpled heap. The lucky duck survived to live another day.
It's sad to watch an Eagle drown. He wiggled, flapped and struggled mostly underwater. He finally got his head above water and with great difficulty managed to get airborne. To my astonishment, he flew straight toward me, and it was the most wretched and unstable bird flight I've ever seen!
The bedraggled Eagle circled me once - then lit atop a nearby fir tree. He had a six-foot wingspread and looked mighty angry. I was concerned that I might be his next target, but he was so exhausted he just stared at me. Then I wondered if he would topple to the ground. As he tried to dry his feathers, it seemed to me that this beleaguered Eagle symbolized America in its current trials.
My half-hour wait was rewarded with this marvelous sight. He flew away, almost good as new.
May America recover as well.
Our beautiful wolf, Cheyenne, 
made the journey across the Rainbow Bridge on Monday evening, Feb. 2, at age 12 years, 10 months, to join those who went before her. She was not doing well when we visited her last week in Guffey, CO. It is so hard to lose such a dear friend but she stole into a corner of my heart where she will remain forever. If it weren't for her, I would still have a bum knee and a trigger finger. She helped so many, but then she couldn't be helped by those of us that received her healing energy. She was loved and loving. The planet is a little less without her here. And the Universe is blessed with her soul and spirit among the stars.
She will be missed by many; as people from Europe and across the U.S. visited her, some came every year. Apollo, the male who will be 18 in April, is still being his sweet dear self but his hearing and eyesight are not as keen as they were. Apollo along with Ladyhawke and Shone - their offspring; Spirit and Merlin, and a recent addition, Zoya, a hybrid from Kansas, are the remaining Rocky Mountain Wildlife Foundation Sanctuary residents. They all hope to have more rescued wolves and hybrids (wolf dogs) residing with them soon.
I can see Cheyenne romping and playing with others of her pack that crossed the Rainbow Bridge before her - free from all pain - free to run free forever. Enjoy your freedom, dear Cheyenne.
Mary Sander