I drive past these playful little guys daily, it’s fun to watch them grow up. Not wanting them to become familiar with people stopping, I only paused once for a couple of photos and carried on. Best left alone even when they choose homes at the road side.
I spent a few minutes today observing this beautiful creature, best left alone I carried on and let her be.
4 photos…
This scene certainly made me do a double take, the two were quite relaxed in the late day sun enjoying the same log.
This hungry little fellow was out right before the ice storm hit, he was so hungry nibbling on a single piece of grass he didn’t care that I walked up and took a photo, in a few months they will be not so hungry and far more scarce.
I was looking for Snowy Owls and found this little fellow instead, actually I have seen 4 this week on different country roads, all out of range until today. I had no idea that Mink swim for fish and are very good divers, they are more like Otters than I thought. Then I was sad to think anyone would cage such a playful animal on fur farms that obviously has tons of energy and intelligence. Happy to get to know a bit more about Mink.
I was so surprised when this big fellow barked at me I almost dropped my camera, it’s a wonder that I got a shot at all because he dove and was gone in a flash!
Early morning just after dawn, I was driving along this country road when a doe with twins was slowly crossing the road. This little fawn is watching it’s mom leave, however is in a conundrum because it knows they just came from a safe place. I believe this is how deer get hit, they can’t decide to follow or go back to a place they know is safe. It decided to go with mom. Photo taken through my windshield. 
Trying to search for Warblers … when this fellow flew over head at noon today … never did see a single Warbler today lol
Every fall the salmon swim upstream in the Beaver River from georgian Bay, it’s an amazing sight.
– Bruce Peninsula
When I go birding, there are always times when to watch your step as wildlife comes in many forms and is often where it’s least expected. This one was at Tiny Marsh.
As I was literally running out of a refuge for birds called Circle Bar K in Florida …. I almost stepped on this guy … racing for my plane my la t shot was of a Black Racer … how ironic was that?
