The valley is drying after a delicious Sunday of fog and rain. The sun broke through clear and present, ready to take up its position... Read more →

  The House Wren is chittering and chattering, trilling and chirping away this morning. I’m so happy he’s returned. I had worried for the ravens... Read more →

  It’s been hot this afternoon. Eighty degrees at 8,000 feet above sea level in late June. I wake every morning to the sound of... Read more →

This morning, a flock of Pine Siskins clusters on the feeder swaying in the Rocky Mountain summer breeze. It makes me remember my childhood pet... Read more →

Barn Swallows. They’ve nested in caves and cliffs as far back as time goes. They began moving to the safety of man-made structures somewhere in... Read more →