The awesome Thimbleberry Blossom

The awesome Thimbleberry Blossom

So you’ve got lots of pictures of flowers.  That’s cool.  But where are the photos of bears, moose, fishers, wolves, coyotes, porcupines, skunks and beaver?  Where are the pictures of mountain lions, spotted fawns, bobcat, weasels, raccoons and frogs?

If you live in the woods, don’t you see animals all the time?  C’mon, you’re stepping outside every day…WHERE ARE THE ANIMALS?

Ummm, I don’t know.  I keep looking.  Every single day.  Wanting to see a bear, just maybe not nose-to-nose.  Maybe the kind of bear you can photograph hunching beautifully out the driver’s window.  Maybe a moose munching on grass at the end of our road.  Wouldn’t that be nice?  Instead…this is the only animal (besides birds, squirrels, chipmunks, bumblebees and mosquitoes) that I’ve seen lately:

Backwards dead wasp.  Makes you wonder how & why he died.

Backwards dead wasp on lupine. Makes you wonder how & why he died.

I did see a spotted fawn a couple days ago.  The poor little thing started across the road and I (somewhat shame-faced admit) pulled the car over to the side of the road and followed it into the woods.  “C’mon, little fawn…time for a picture!” but it proved more wily and smarter than the photographer.  Saw another fawn and its mama about a half mile down the road from the mailbox at lunchtime.  They stopped and we eyed each other before they sauntered back into the forest.

Fields of lupines alongside our roads

Fields of lupines alongside our roads

The fawns are usually born around Memorial Day weekend.  Their mamas will leave them curled up in a ball in the woods.  If you stumble across one, the fawn will remain motionless and stare at you with big wide eyes.  We’re instructed not to pet them, not to come close.  Instead we stare back with even bigger wider eyes until common sense says “leave, now!”  Now the fawns are growing up, and following their mamas everywhere.  Sometimes they get confused and remain frozen in place in the middle of the road.  Then it’s good manners to wait until they decide to move.

The lovely buttercup nods our way

The lovely buttercup nods our way

On the way home from downstate I thought about sharing with you my one and only moose sighting story.  It was back in the late 1980’s.  The kids and I were driving home from Marquette when this huge awkward–what could it be?  a gangly horse?  a cow?  (the mind sometimes refuses to cooperate when startled)– MOOSE loped in front of our vehicle.  Our mouths dropped open and we slowed.  Within five seconds of the moose crossing every vehicle approaching or behind us pulled off to the side.  At least a half dozen people with cameras dangling from their hands ran after that moose into the woods.  I couldn’t believe it!  How could people be that silly?  Were they nuts?   (now, all these years later, I would be the first one following that moose into the woods….)

So, thinking about sharing that twenty year old moose tale, lamenting that you rarely see a moose around these parts, Barry gleefully announces all the animal sightings he’s experienced in the past week or so. And, leading the list:  A moose at the end of our road.  And from our deck a bear cub in the ravine right behind our house.  And a partridge which hit the side of his car so hard that feathers flew up everywhere.

Blackberry blossom (or black raspberry)

Blackberry blossom (or black raspberry)

OK, I hope you all have enjoyed the flower photos.  Sorry about the lack of animals, except for that rather strange-looking dead wasp.  We’ll be keeping our eyes peeled.  Prepared to dash off into the woods at any moment…

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