I think Isabelle will have a blog someday.
As in, she asked me the other day, "Mommy? When will I be old enough to start a blog?"
I fielded that question by telling her she has to learn how to type first.
Lately, I have to go searching for my camera because Isabelle has taken off with it into the backyard or somewhere in the house to photograph the animals.
The following photos were taken by Isabelle, my 7 year old:
A male American Goldfinch noodling under a sunflower:
Mommy, Pandora and Nellie:
*I was especially proud of her for this one*
White-breasted Nuthatch IN FLIGHT:
And Powder, doing her "FizzGig" impression:
This is Fizzgig, if you are rusty on your "Dark Crystal" characters:
And a few photos from me:
Angel the Screech Owl at today's program at Imago, for a young photographer's club:
Perfect light, perfect bird. If we ignore that tiny tuft of Astro-Turf, we can pretend she is once again a wild owl.
This was weird.
Strolling the yard, I saw what I thought was some cool fungus in a pine tree:
Nope. That's not fungus. That's a deer vertebra. In a tree.
I had to laugh when I realized how it got there.
The remains of the skeleton we found here are still buried under the weeds, and I assume that when the body was still fresh, some critter pulled a vertebra into the tree for a meal.
Looking at the picture, I think that the branch is growing through the vertebra! Makes sense, since it has been hanging there for about 3 years.
Anyone else think that is neat?