Category: Mammals
Stupidity And Tragedy On Antelope Island
Bison At The Scratchin’ Post (and a recycling lesson from critters)
Some Interesting Observations on Antelope Island Yesterday
Pronghorn Meets Bird At 40mph
Bison And Birds
Progress Report On The Severely Injured But Now Healing Coyote
Another (very different) Look At The Injured Coyote
Coyote Aggression And Serious Coyote Injury
Coyotes Steal A Jackrabbit From Golden Eagles
Chronicling A Recent Morning On Antelope Island
Two Coyotes Hunting And The Demise Of A Vole
The Mind’s Eye Can Be Deceived By The Effects Of Telephoto Lenses
Coyote and Magpies Scavenging A Deer Carcass
Weasel In The Fog (and the mechanism of their seasonal color change)
Farmington is in a sort of wrapped bowl of the Wasatch Mountains which traps clouds – the bane of bird photographers. Much the same thing happens to morning fog, especially during winter. Collectively I call the phenomenon the “Farmington Curse” and that curse, in the form of fog, was much in evidence two mornings ago when I spent some time with a Long-tailed Weasel.
Stupidity And Tragedy On Antelope Island
Bison At The Scratchin’ Post (and a recycling lesson from critters)
Some Interesting Observations on Antelope Island Yesterday
Pronghorn Meets Bird At 40mph
Bison And Birds
Progress Report On The Severely Injured But Now Healing Coyote
Another (very different) Look At The Injured Coyote
Coyote Aggression And Serious Coyote Injury
Coyotes Steal A Jackrabbit From Golden Eagles
Chronicling A Recent Morning On Antelope Island
Two Coyotes Hunting And The Demise Of A Vole
The Mind’s Eye Can Be Deceived By The Effects Of Telephoto Lenses
Coyote and Magpies Scavenging A Deer Carcass
Weasel In The Fog (and the mechanism of their seasonal color change)
Farmington is in a sort of wrapped bowl of the Wasatch Mountains which traps clouds – the bane of bird photographers. Much the same thing happens to morning fog, especially during winter. Collectively I call the phenomenon the “Farmington Curse” and that curse, in the form of fog, was much in evidence two mornings ago when I spent some time with a Long-tailed Weasel.














