This mourning dove would not move from my flower bed. I flushed her mate but she refused to budge. 

There I was, morning mug of coffee and the newspaper. Enjoy some quiet before the day started. I turned the page and there it was – another article about ticks. I shuttered and as I read the article, I was informed that I am basically doomed. My hatred of those little...

More photos of the barred owl.  I love that you can see its face.  It makes me want to get back out in the woods.