Beautiful bighorn sheep were grazing alongside Highway 285 near Bailey, Colorado last Sunday.
I had my camera with me and The Grill-Meister was happy to pull the car over. One of the sheep let me get very close, and it seemed that he was either mildly annoyed or mildly amused by me. He moved slowly, turning this way and that. Posing for me, I think. What visual riches! It was an awesome experience.
So I had to write a haiku or two. Or three. Serious and not-so-serious.
ancient memories, yesterdays and tomorrows, in your horns and fur
regal, princely stare – you wondrous, animal, you! thank you for posing
what are you thinking? “get back, lady with camera – let me eat in peace!”
In almost six years, we never saw a magpie at Little House in the Rockies.
And then on the Fall Colors 2018 Trek in late September, there they were at Tarryall Reservoir. With the blue on their wings, they are mag(pie)nificent!
And over Thanksgiving, they finally came right up to our front porch to feed on the suet. Despite their chatty reputation, our maggies were a little shy, so I wasn’t able to get many photos of their tuxedo coloring with bright blue wingtips. However, the one below, which is accidentally dark, made me happy enough to haiku. Intensifying the blue made me even happier. So I give you, Magpie’s Blue Period:
blue-winged forager stopping at the suet bar gorgeous in profile