The squirrels are becoming some of my favorite models. I love their cute poses and silly facial expressions.
With all of the shots of nature that I take you would think that I live out in the country on a farm with woods surrounding me, not even close. I am very blessed that my parents have always been Mr. and Mrs. DoLittle. Nature, except snakes, have always been welcomed and found safe a safe haven in our yard.
Thinking of Daddy’s Dr. DoLittle qualities, when we were young, my Daddy taught one of our dogs to play baseball. He watches Westerns with his Chihuahua Heidi now, and he will pretend shoot her with his finger “POW” and she will dramatically roll over and play dead.
They both taught me to love and respect Heavenly Father’s treaures.
I walked over where we put Tender’s corn on Saturday, and when I looked up I saw this cute guy enjoying a kernel on the pecan tree. His coat made him almost camouflaged. Quite a stealthy little guy.
Tender mercies come in all shapes and sizes. Several months ago my Mother was going through a particularly difficult time and while she was in her yard as therapy Heavenly Father sent the sweetest tender mercy to her. They are now dear friends, no pun intended.
She follows Mother along the chain link fence, comes to Mother’s voice and her name, “Tender” or “Baby”. She will stand and watch you as you watch her. She has a gentle wisdom in her eyes. She is so beautiful. My camera battery went dead so I did not get too many good shots, but there are a couple. I hope to get more soon.
I mentioned to Mother, “Tender is ruining my love of deer sausage and deer meat.”
Just look at her. (I am shooting through the fence, so that’s the blur. The last, I thought was just a neat picture.)
I am having a ball with the Macro lens. WOW! Just WOW! I cannot wait to try out the telephoto, too.
The next was a pretty large bumble bee. I didn’t realize bees were so fast or so hairy.
I found Smurf Village. Couldn’t find the little blue guys though. They must have been somewhere else.
This is what Bec’s nightmares are made of. No Bec, I did not kill it. It hopped flower to flower.