Wildlife

All cats enjoy the sun, but I think that Eliza just might be the head feline priestess of the Cult of the Sun Goddess. (But hey, at least her religion is better than the Scientologists'.)

I got a new Lensbaby tilt-shift lens, and had an hankering to try its macro capabilities. This isn't the sharpest pic of the set, but I thought it was apropos to the fly who donated his life for my photographic whim.

This handsome fellow was trying to have a peaceful super at the beaver pond, when he was rudely interrupted by paparazzi.

Taken from my front window with my macro lens. If you look at the full size you'll notice that Larry (the cat) has a bloody lip. He got this from a rather traumatic run in with two very enthusiastic Boston Terriers who'd come out with a contractor to do some work. Poor Larry cowered for a day or so after that anytime he heard a noise, and was only coaxed out of his post traumatic stress with some special fancy chicken canned kitty food Ruth got special for him as comfort food.

I took this one on Christmas Day (2007). The coyote was chasing a rabbit and didn't see me at first. Unfortunately the I didn't get the focus quite right, but it still isn't too bad a pic.

Rascal must be--or at least thinks he is--one of the most photogenic cats alive.

Here is Ruth struggling to subdue one of our cats, Eliza, after she went on a prolonged cat-nip bender. The de-tox was a killer and the only thing that got the poor kitty through it was a prolonged cat nap on Ruth's lap.
(no cats were harmed, however a human came pretty close to losing a limb)

A hawk overlooking some of our cows at our ranch. I wonder if it thinks they look edible?