It was warm and lovely for several days. One tiny flower dared poke its head above the protecting soil. A couple of days later a few more dared. But you just can't trust the weather....... Looking up at the sky I saw dark clouds in the west, moving in fast. Sudden fierce winds began whipping the trees. The wind - the wind - it always foreshadows change. There was a sudden burst of hail. I pulled my jacket over my heard and rushed for shelter. Then the snow began, the air filling with huge flakes. It came down fast, a couple of inches in an hour. Mesmerizing in its beauty. I share it with you here.   -- by Susan Eirich, PhD...

Walking the land on the first day of spring, I saw a single tiny yellow flower. So brave, this pioneer! So reminiscent of hope and resilience! Who knew what the next weather might bring in the unpredictable spring of the mountains? It could be frozen solid tomorrow or buried under a foot of snow. Now five days later the ground is covered with them. They are not impressive (big). But they are irrepressible. Tiny little yellow dots of sunshine scattered across the field the earth, busily creating themselves from the light of the sun. And if we attend to any life form; in this case bending down to look at them more closely, they become bigger and more real in our vision and we enter into...

I described how Gimpette, who had been an outsider to the clannish three of Flock #2, was now able to perch next to them because an new outsider, Orange, made her more of an insider. This has progressed. Here is a photo of Gimpette cuddled in a nesting box with Roadrunner…….

-- by Susan Eirich, PhD --

Every year it is a surprise. A delight. A wonder. It is not guaranteed you know. Not to be taken for granted. But it is inspiring! Hopeful! Life bursts forth anew despite the harshness of winter here. Life, is adaptable. Persistent. Hardy. Resilient. —by Susan Eirich, PhD—

I stumbled out in the early morning dark discombobulated by Daylight Savings Time. On my way to the office I heard the first call of a killdeer, those vibrant harbingers of spring in our area. My heart sang to hear the lovely plaintive evocative trill of those irrepressible little birds. I could picture it running on its long slender legs, so fast and smoothly all you see is a feathered body being locomated as if being moved along a track. It is probably already busily looking for a nest site. Is it the offspring of couple that laid eggs here last year? — by Susan Eirich, PhD...

As I called home from my travels, someone (who shall remain nameless) asked if I missed any animal in particular. Quelle Horreur! (French for what a horror). How could I? That would mean that I had favorites! I can't have favorites! (To see all the animals click here.) When asked, as people often do, which animal is my favorite, my standard and true answer is, "Whichever one I am with." Firstly what would coyotes Faerytale and Shaman say if I said Pimpernel was my favorite?  Or Huckleberry Bear Bear and Bramble and Ramble and and Humble Bumble Bear if I said Teton Totem? Or Foxie Moxie if I said Sage or Lightfoot or Sprite the foxes? Or any of them if I chose another species from theirs?...