A pair of bighorns wandering on the side of the road near Spence’s Bridge, perhaps deciding which way to go next. I’m getting eyeballed by the female as I take the photo while the ram could care less. Maybe he was expecting some birds to show up for the photo session.
It’s a fine day Agnes. Next year we must tell our young goslings the story of our stopover at Hicks Lake.
Actually this eagle was not very quiet, we were alerted to his presence by a shrill screech. But his demeanour suggested the look of a teacher demanding silence in class.
Nearly all squirrels are irreverent. They have the advantage of quickness to scramble up trees or the sides of buildings if you dare to object to their chattering. By the time this fellow had hoarded all the nut in his mouth, he was quite cheeky. And alas, yet another acorn which will never grow into a mighty oak.
All is serene until the the passing of the next small fish. Many thanks to Frank Costanza for use of the line “Serenity Now”.
Despite the number of moose in the Cariboo, they tend to avoid inhabited areas where docks, boats and fences impede their passage. This one kept a sharp on on me as he transited by the shoreline.
Somewhere between here and there, we decided to take a break and stopped for coffee in Lillooet. While we looked forward with anticipation to drinking our brew, it almost seemed a shame to destroy our barista’s creation.
Relax – easy for you to say when your meal arrives on a plate, whereas I have to keep an eagle eye on my supper running out there through the grass.
A very rare photo of Arte Johnson geese as they travel from here to there in secret.
Looked like one squirrel ready to stand his ground to defend his prize, or simply scoping out an escape route from a two-legged interloper. Seems there just ain’t enough acorns to go around.