39 Midwestern Acres: A Visual Study

Chorus: We are betrayed...he has handed us over to the attacks of that impious race, which throughout all time, has never ceased to war against us. - ARISTOPHANES: The Birds

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A wren dances for its mate.

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A blackbird sings and sings....

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Pearl Crescent upon coral bell.

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New life.

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Study of a hummingbird.

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A hummingbird floats in mid-air.

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Time stands still as I watch a deer quench her thirst at a shadowy pond.

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This is the only grosbeak that does not fear coming close.

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A Kildeer possesses one of my favorite bird eyes ever. They look as if they were drawn.

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A sparrow in the sunlight.

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A mother robin with a brood just about ready to leave the nest.

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Phoebe upon linden.

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A tree swallow can twist its neck almost all the way around!

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A wren finds an old fence post from which to sing.

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Every time I see an oriole, I gasp a bit before I raise my camera.

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Mourning Dove, in high key.

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A house sparrow doesn't mind coming close.