Winter

Sunset at 4:20 on December 30th, 2010

        
 Yeah! They Live!

Deer Tracks the week AFTER  "Hunting Season" in Western Massacusetts

Hunting Song (Native Indian)

       Comes the deer to my singing,

       Comes the deer to my song, 

       Comes the deer to my singing.

He, the blackbird, he am I,

Bird beloved of the wild deer.

       Comes the deer to my singing.

Eagle Outside my Window

Immature Bald Eagle November 2010

The Eagle

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.