Friday, January 10, 2014


A big wet storm dumped snow here all yesterday.  DH cleared the driveway twice and then the snowplow came by in the middle of the night and left a wall of ice behind the cars so there was more snow to move this morning.  While he was diligently working on snow removal I was out past the golf course playing in the white stuff with my snowshoes.  Just as I reached the river a big gray ghost silently coasted over my head.  After I got over being spooked I saw a huge owl settle into a tree a few yards away.  I dropped my ski poles, fumbled in my pocket, pulled out my cell phone, and walked forward hoping to at catch a shot of the big bird.

What I didn't notice was my cell camera was set on movie, not snap shot so this is what I got---

Very cool snowshoes, huh!?

What I really saw was this-- 
(stolen from a better prepared photographer who posted this great shot on the web).
Big--the size of a small fuzzy dog--pointy feather ears--round yellow eyes.

When I realized my blunder I fixed my cell camera settings.  By then the owl had flown off, but to a tree not far away so I did get a photo of lots of branches and a big gray blob.  Anyway, it was awesome to see.

Thursday, January 9, 2014


I'm at this very moment shopping online for a bigger basket.
My hubby is shopping online for army surplus camo.
A comment from the grave by my hero Carl Sagan.
Even Vladimir Lenin got things right once in a while.
"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak;
courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen." Winston Churchill

This one needed to follow the one above.
Stole this one from fishducky.
I posted this before but I brought it out again because I found the next one.
I can hear him talking in that Muppet Eagle voice,
"No matter how bad your day was, just remember,
someone out there has to clean the bathrooms at Taco Bell."

Monday, January 6, 2014


Last month DH and I took a little drive over the mountain to Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming.  There wasn’t much snow and the big elk herds hadn’t yet made their way down to the valley floor.

Still the buffalo had gathered there to graze and take it easy like a bunch of domesticated cattle.

We noticed two young bulls squaring off for a little shoving match.

Like a couple of bored adolescents they were trying out their muscles and their fighting skills.

They seemed pretty evenly matched…

…and made quite a show of stomping and swinging their big heads.

They were totally oblivious to the scenic surroundings that would stop a tour bus in its tracks.

Then off to our right we noticed a couple of bigger bulls tromping over to see what was going on.

When the big guys showed up suddenly the youngsters lost interest in their head butting contest.