Sharing Something Personal
Today’s post is more about people than it is about birds. Far more. But they’re my people and they’re important to me.
Tag: blackfeet indian reservation
American White Pelican Counting Coup
Plus why I’m so enamored by the traditions and artifacts of the Plains Indians and their connections to our family farm (yes, I got a little carried away today…).
Great Horned Owl Fledgling, Old Wood And Rusty Metal In Warm Light
This image is dripping with nostalgia for me so I hope you’ll allow me to fill in a little of the backstory.
Some Good News On My Finger Injury Plus A Dose Of Critter Cuteness
We’ll get to the critter in a minute. Normally any more news on my finger injury isn’t something I’d cover on my blog but the healing process has been so unexpectedly fast on such a significant injury and because I reported it here when it happened I decided to share evidence of why I’m so surprised and pleased with it.
Montana Farm Potpourri
Whenever I visit the northwest Montana farm where I grew up I feel like I’m returning home. It’s been 50 years since I actually lived there but I don’t think that feeling will ever leave me.
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American White Pelican Counting Coup
Plus why I’m so enamored by the traditions and artifacts of the Plains Indians and their connections to our family farm (yes, I got a little carried away today…).
Great Horned Owl Fledgling, Old Wood And Rusty Metal In Warm Light
This image is dripping with nostalgia for me so I hope you’ll allow me to fill in a little of the backstory.
Some Good News On My Finger Injury Plus A Dose Of Critter Cuteness
We’ll get to the critter in a minute. Normally any more news on my finger injury isn’t something I’d cover on my blog but the healing process has been so unexpectedly fast on such a significant injury and because I reported it here when it happened I decided to share evidence of why I’m so surprised and pleased with it.
Montana Farm Potpourri
Whenever I visit the northwest Montana farm where I grew up I feel like I’m returning home. It’s been 50 years since I actually lived there but I don’t think that feeling will ever leave me.