Yellowstone National Park rules say that 25 yards is the minimum safe distance for viewing Bison. Sometimes maintaining that distance is not possible. A couple of weeks ago in Yellowstone, we stopped our van to watch a small herd of mostly cows and calves cross the road in front of us and continue up the snowy slope on the other side. This cow was determined to walk right past the open van door and couldn’t resist peeking inside as she passed by. Well, hello, there!
The little Red Fox Vixen that we photographed on three of our days in Yellowstone a couple of weeks ago was clearly used to people. She hunted in the same meadow every day and photographers swarmed to the area. We respected her space so we were not a threat to her like many of the other photographers who moved erratically and raced to get closer to her. She avoided the photographers who chased her down and harassed her as she moused in the large meadow by the road. They would follow her as she moved throughout her territory, sometimes moving off the road the into the snow with their tripods and video equipment so they could theoretically get closer photographs. Sadly, for them, all that did was cause her to move further away. After a while, many of them lost interest and left. In the meantime, we stayed by our vehicle parked away from the other vehicles and did not move to the edge of the road. She clearly sensed that we were not a threat. On more than one occasion, she walked between us to cross the road to cache her quarry and then crossed the road again nearby to continue mousing. When the few remaining photographers saw that she had moved closer to us, they moved quickly en masse, stepping in front of us and encroaching on the fox’s space. When she had had enough, she disappeared in the distance. Before that happened, as she moved closer to us to avoid the harassment, we were able to photograph her, her ears are perked up, not laid back indicating she was alert but not threatened by us. She even stopped to check us out.
A pair of young wolves frolick in the snow as the mists from the nearby hot springs drift by them in Yellowstone National Park in January 2018. As a photographer, in particular as a wildlife photographer, I have been exceedingly lucky to be in the right place at the right time to document some incredible moments. These moments are forever seared in my memory and I am privileged to share some of the images from those moments. Without a doubt, one of my most memorable photographic experiences, as well as one of my top life experiences, took place almost three years ago in January 2018 in Yellowstone National Park when we watched the 8-Mile Wolf Pack as they played, slept, and fed on a Bison they had killed earlier in the day. I have been thinking about that experience a lot lately after learning that, as improbable as it sounds to me, the Gray Wolf was de-listed as an endangered species. And, I was disheartened to learn that a visitor to Grand Teton National Park shot and killed a Gray Wolf in late October. But I had good news Friday morning, talking with a friend who lives in Colorado. I learned that Colorado voters approved a proposition to reintroduce wolves there. And, although on my recent visit to Yellowstone National Park in early November, I didn’t photograph any wolves, on our last day there, we heard the Wapiti Pack singing and then watched them through binoculars as they rested on a slope far in the distance. Seeing and hearing wolves! Always a memorable experience.
Great Egrets seem to have infinite patience as they wait and watch for something to eat in the shallow waters of Caddo Lake in Eastern Texas on the Louisiana border. We drifted closely by a number of Great Egrets in our pontoon boat one morning. They paid no attention to us drifting nearby, instead focusing on their next meal.
Happy Thanksgiving! This big Tom is strutting his stuff, happy that he’s not stuffed for Thanksgiving. Photographed at Custer State Park in South Dakota, Nikon D5, Nikkor 300mmPF, Nikon TC 14EIII.
Bighorn Sheep were the target of our visit to Flaming Gorge last month. However, for the first couple of days we did not see any Bighorn Sheep. There was a sighting close to our lodging so we followed the trails in search of them only to come up short. At one point, we waited on a fallen log hoping that the sheep we knew were nearby might return. While I sat, this Nodding Thistle caught my attention. Using the Nikon D6 and the Nikkor 500mmPF, I was able to isolate them and the telephoto lens created a creamy, smooth background with no distractions. I was expecting a big subject. Instead, I found a small one.
What a beautiful sight to see Great Egrets perched in the moss-draped Bald Cypress trees on Caddo Lake far above the shallow water where they wade and search for fish to eat. The massive trees and the pendulous Spanish moss dwarfed these large birds with 5 their foot wingspans. One hundred years ago, these magnificent birds with their elegant plumes were threatened with extinction primarily because of the fashion of the day. Women’s hats were decorated with plumes from Great Egrets and other birds — sometimes even entire birds would decorate a hat. Great Egrets and Snowy Egrets had the most valuable feathers and plume hunters went to great lengths to supply the millinery trade with feathers killing thousands of birds in the process. The Audubon Society and other conservation groups fought the trend for nearly 50 years as they saw entire species of birds hunted to the brink of extinction merely for women’s fashion. When the governments of the United States and Great Britain signed a treaty that protected birds from people in 1916, the fashion trend, with its demands for the slaughter of countless birds, ended. In 1918, the United States codified the treaty into the Migratory Bird Treaty Act. Now, one hundred years later, we can appreciate the beauty and elegance of these gorgeous birds alive and in full feather. Sadly, many species were not so lucky.
The water was like glass on Caddo Lake at sunrise. The moss shrouded Bald Cypress and the cottony clouds reflected as if in a mirror, without a ripple. What a magical place.
Lewis and Clark were the first to scientifically identify the American Pronghorn. On September 17, 1804, Merriweather Lewis wrote that Pronghorn movements were “…more like the flight of birds than the movement of an earthly being” with “a speed equal to that of the most distinguished race-horse.” Pronghorn are small and graceful. We watched a herd disappear as they fled from predators. Their movements were similar to a flock of birds and they were gone in an instant. This young buck was alert but not threatened so he watched us without concern. The small buds on his head have yet to grow into the heart-shaped set of antlers that are so distinctive of Pronghorn bucks.
The golden Quaking Aspens in Flaming Gorge were especially gorgeous when surrounded and framed by Douglas Fir trees. Their color is so striking that they are a definite standout in the forest. It’s pretty hard to miss them.
The mountainside colored by the early morning sunrise matches the orange leaves in the nearby trees at Flaming Gorge, Utah a few weeks ago.
The intense red as the morning sun rose on the bayou disappeared quickly and became a diffused pink that silhouetted the bald cypress trees in Caddo Lake a couple of weeks ago. What remained of the pink sky reflected in the waters of the bayou and created an unforgettably gorgeous sunrise.
Bighorn Sheep are among my favorite critters to photograph. I’ve had lots of opportunities to see and photograph them this year. What’s fascinating to me about them is that if you “play their game” and respect their space, they actually recognize you and the vehicle you’re in and go about their business knowing you are not a threat to them. Just outside Yellowstone National Park last week we had the opportunity to photograph a herd of Bighorn Sheep. We counted 9 mature rams in the herd as well as several young rams. The mature rams mostly banded together in groups or three or four but I caught this one while he was alone and gazing across the road. Shot with my Nikon D6 and Nikkor 500mmPF lens.
Last week in Yellowstone, this Red Fox was the hunter, not the hunted. It was fascinating to watch her mousing. She would cock her head listening for a vole under the snow, then she would leap into the air and land face first deep into the snow emerging with the vole protruding from her jaw. Once she had made her catch, she would pace deliberately across the snow, deposit the prey into a snow bank for a future feast, mark the place by urinating, and go back to mousing again.
When a Great Egret perches in a cypress tree draped in Spanish moss on Caddo Lake in Texas, it stands out from the grays and oranges surrounding it and you just can’t miss seeing it.
There’s so much to see in Yellowstone in the fall. On the way into the park on our first morning there last week, we encountered an Elk calf peeking over its mother’s back at us as we stopped to photograph them from the side of the road.
The Bighorn Sheep herd from Yellowstone National Park that we saw on Old Yellowstone Road has at least nine mature rams. This little band of three rams was together every time we saw the herd. Each of them has a distinctively different set of horns from tightly curled like the ram looking up to flared out or more loosely swept. The more tightly curled the horns, the less likely that brooming will be visible on the tips. Brooming is the wearing down of the horns from rubbing on rocks and the ground or clashes with other rams. The tight curled horns of the ram on the right seem to have kept the tips in good condition.
It’s been an exciting few days in Yellowstone National Park. So much to see and so much to photograph. We’ve seen Pronghorn every day since Monday’s drive from Bozeman and we spent a little time with a small herd of them on Old Yellowstone Road on Wednesday when I photographed this doe who seemed curious, but not alarmed, about us. However the next day, we witnessed something as we approached the park entrance at Roosevelt Arch that I will never forget. Pronghorn are the fastest land animals in North America. They can run at speeds close to 60 miles an hour. When we saw a large herd of Pronghorn running down a hillside at top speed we wondered what might be chasing them. We pulled over to watch an incredible drama ensue. In the opposite direction of the retreating herd, a lone Pronghorn was running for its life pursued by two Coyotes. The chase lasted a few short minutes as the coyotes drove the Pronghorn, already injured or ill, across the road in front of us to the hillside next to the road and overpowered it. It did not end well for the Pronghorn but those few minutes of real life in the wild is seared in my brain. I felt as if I were on the Serengeti in Africa, not on a road leading to Yellowstone in Montana. It is life in the wild and survival of the fittest is true whether you’re on an African savannah or in a National Park. I choose to believe this little doe was fast enough that day.
Near the north entrance to Yellowstone National Park is Mammoth Hot Springs. The hot water trickles down the rocks and algae and bacteria create the green and orange colors. The trees have succumbed to the elements surrounding them and despite the heat beneath them, snow clings to their dead branches. It is a hauntingly gorgeous place.
We drove though the Roosevelt Arch at the north entrance to the park Tuesday morning in search of wolves and instead found a Red Fox pursued by another photographer atop a small hill. The gorgeous vixen was mousing and not concerned about anything but the vole she was stalking. We drove by and turned around and watched from the vehicle when suddenly she was crossing the road in front of us and heading to the meadow. We photographed her for about half an hour as she pounced on at least five unsuspecting voles and emerged from the snow with her prey each time. She crossed the road near us a couple of times, once passing so closely between us as we stood on the side of the road that my camera couldn’t focus on her. What fascinated us about this Red Fox was that after each successful pounce, she carried the prey, legs and tail protruding from her jaws, and cached them in different areas of the meadow and the hillside behind us. She is apparently well fed so she was not hungry but she wasn’t taking any chances so she stored her food for future meals.