There are few places were I live that are open and green. There are pockets of city forests or walking trails but there are no real places to get out and explore the woods and ponds. I forget that until I happen to see ducks or geese swimming in these ponds along side fast-food containers, rusty, broken hockey goals, empty plastic water bottles and plastic bags from department stores. For a city full of people who claim to be passionate about wildlife, this speaks...
After snowstorms in March and rain, Saturday was one of the nicest days we have had in a long time. We eagerly got outside and went for a walk. Baby fell asleep in the jogger, wrapped in a blanket with the sun on him and the wind in his face... it made me jealous. The dog got to take a splash in the run off - which she was ecstatic about and promptly dove in face first to the cold, cold water. And on our way back, I saw this feather wound around the branch of a bush on the side of the road. I didnt know what it was until I posted it on Twitter and Jeff said it was a turkey feather. A great sign because turkey season starts in two...
Getting ready to ride A couple weekends ago, Dad, Hubby and I went snowmobiling. It was warm, sunny and the snow was pretty soft. While winter has no desire to leave Maine, this was probably the last ride of the year due to our weekends being booked. Dad's goal for all trips, anywhere and any time of year is to see deer. I regularly get reports about how many he is seeing and where. So we headed out with the goal of getting some fresh air and seeing deer. "If I don't move, they won't see me" And without fail, Dad found us a deer. You probably can't see it very well in that cluster of trees, but you can make out the round body and an ear. It was probably the closest that I have been to a deer while...
Deer tracks in the snow. Coyote. Sadly, these are two of about two million that we saw on our walk. Rabbit tracks Partridge Wing! There were partridge tracks nearby but I couldnt get a good...
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.
Photo from Ducks.org While drinking coffee and reading the latest issue of Ducks Unlimited, I decided that I want to shoot a goose. I know nothing about it; not what type of gun and ammo to use or how close I need to be. I did learned that the season in Maine is the fall, which will work well for my schedule and learning curve. When I was younger, my neighbor and I would track geese in the corn fields. We were not trying to hurt the birds, just wanted to see how close we could get. At our best, we got within 20 feet of a flock of snow geese before they saw up coming up over the knoll. The thunderous sound of the birds taking off was startling and amazing. I have never shot a bird, only deer. Dad and...
There are few places were I live that are open and green. There are pockets of city forests or walking trails but there are no real places to get out and explore the woods and ponds. I forget that until I happen to see ducks or geese swimming in these ponds along side fast-food containers, rusty, broken hockey goals, empty plastic water bottles and plastic bags from department stores. For a city full of people who claim to be passionate about wildlife, this speaks...
After snowstorms in March and rain, Saturday was one of the nicest days we have had in a long time. We eagerly got outside and went for a walk. Baby fell asleep in the jogger, wrapped in a blanket with the sun on him and the wind in his face... it made me jealous. The dog got to take a splash in the run off - which she was ecstatic about and promptly dove in face first to the cold, cold water. And on our way back, I saw this feather wound around the branch of a bush on the side of the road. I didnt know what it was until I posted it on Twitter and Jeff said it was a turkey feather. A great sign because turkey season starts in two...
Getting ready to ride A couple weekends ago, Dad, Hubby and I went snowmobiling. It was warm, sunny and the snow was pretty soft. While winter has no desire to leave Maine, this was probably the last ride of the year due to our weekends being booked. Dad's goal for all trips, anywhere and any time of year is to see deer. I regularly get reports about how many he is seeing and where. So we headed out with the goal of getting some fresh air and seeing deer. "If I don't move, they won't see me" And without fail, Dad found us a deer. You probably can't see it very well in that cluster of trees, but you can make out the round body and an ear. It was probably the closest that I have been to a deer while...
Deer tracks in the snow. Coyote. Sadly, these are two of about two million that we saw on our walk. Rabbit tracks Partridge Wing! There were partridge tracks nearby but I couldnt get a good...
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.
Photo from Ducks.org While drinking coffee and reading the latest issue of Ducks Unlimited, I decided that I want to shoot a goose. I know nothing about it; not what type of gun and ammo to use or how close I need to be. I did learned that the season in Maine is the fall, which will work well for my schedule and learning curve. When I was younger, my neighbor and I would track geese in the corn fields. We were not trying to hurt the birds, just wanted to see how close we could get. At our best, we got within 20 feet of a flock of snow geese before they saw up coming up over the knoll. The thunderous sound of the birds taking off was startling and amazing. I have never shot a bird, only deer. Dad and...
There are few places were I live that are open and green. There are pockets of city forests or walking trails but there are no real places to get out and explore the woods and ponds. I forget that until I happen to see ducks or geese swimming in these ponds along side fast-food containers, rusty, broken hockey goals, empty plastic water bottles and plastic bags from department stores. For a city full of people who claim to be passionate about wildlife, this speaks...
After snowstorms in March and rain, Saturday was one of the nicest days we have had in a long time. We eagerly got outside and went for a walk. Baby fell asleep in the jogger, wrapped in a blanket with the sun on him and the wind in his face... it made me jealous. The dog got to take a splash in the run off - which she was ecstatic about and promptly dove in face first to the cold, cold water. And on our way back, I saw this feather wound around the branch of a bush on the side of the road. I didnt know what it was until I posted it on Twitter and Jeff said it was a turkey feather. A great sign because turkey season starts in two...
Getting ready to ride A couple weekends ago, Dad, Hubby and I went snowmobiling. It was warm, sunny and the snow was pretty soft. While winter has no desire to leave Maine, this was probably the last ride of the year due to our weekends being booked. Dad's goal for all trips, anywhere and any time of year is to see deer. I regularly get reports about how many he is seeing and where. So we headed out with the goal of getting some fresh air and seeing deer. "If I don't move, they won't see me" And without fail, Dad found us a deer. You probably can't see it very well in that cluster of trees, but you can make out the round body and an ear. It was probably the closest that I have been to a deer while...
Deer tracks in the snow. Coyote. Sadly, these are two of about two million that we saw on our walk. Rabbit tracks Partridge Wing! There were partridge tracks nearby but I couldnt get a good...
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.
Photo from Ducks.org While drinking coffee and reading the latest issue of Ducks Unlimited, I decided that I want to shoot a goose. I know nothing about it; not what type of gun and ammo to use or how close I need to be. I did learned that the season in Maine is the fall, which will work well for my schedule and learning curve. When I was younger, my neighbor and I would track geese in the corn fields. We were not trying to hurt the birds, just wanted to see how close we could get. At our best, we got within 20 feet of a flock of snow geese before they saw up coming up over the knoll. The thunderous sound of the birds taking off was startling and amazing. I have never shot a bird, only deer. Dad and...
