Usually, by July, there aren't many wild fresh greens to be seen in our world, but this year's exceptional rains have kept the deer eating and the birds singing.
Although we live in the wild, wild west, I've been told this pretty bird is an Eastern Meadowlark. I've never seen one, but my husband got this nice shot while he was walking Lindy last week. Correction: the person who said this is an Eastern Meadowlark now says it is a Western Meadowlark. She says they look the same but migrate on different paths.
The deer don't come very close in the summer, because there's no reason for them to do so. They have plenty of food in the coulee.
Richard Schear photos, July, 2012
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