At times, Nature lets you nearly trip over her. Where the Art Ranger lives is a regular human habitat with wild edges and buffer zones. Yet, when this lays itself bare on the suburban woodchips, we are startled:
|4/5ths of a 2 inch diameter snake|
|We do a bow to you|
As beings who tune into the visual, do you notice anything special in the image below?
About three years ago our Offspring #2 (a.k.a. Eagle Eyes) zeroed in on something as we motored along our scenic-used-to-be rural highway. Just feet from a wonky power meter on the edge of a small green golfy pond.
|The Villas Goose we named after her housing subdivision|
For two Springs in a row (one skipped year) and now, we have enjoyed this drive-by nature vigilance. A brave mother weathering the highway (white noise?) atop a utility shed to soon come up with a flock of fuzzy goslings. Art Ranger watches her for weeks like a mother friend would. At first we thought so-exposed, not-wise, mom. But then .... not so easy for the fox and here (she) is again!
|proudly (watching?) the cars go by|
We made eye contact, an agreement to share her secret very out in the open location only virtually with you who might appreciate.
So many prime types of moments are unphotographable. In order to share our wonder and admiration of this bird sitter, we had to go out of our way and approach the scene on foot. No one walks along this road unless something has gone wrong. Carbeings gave you that -oh pitiful you look.
|moments in fencing ensued|
and of course the delerium of detritus
Please send your findings or foundlings to FAF@homelandinspiration.org