The Buck Stops Here . . . A White-tailed Buck checks out the does in the distance on a relatively mild late December afternoon. You can see that he's recently been rubbing trees with his antlers as there are wood remnants at the base of his antlers. He's quite the handsome buck, for sure.

"Listen, here's what we do. Just be still, don't move, there's not a chance in the world anyone can see us in here. Then when it's clear, deuces out!"

What in the heck is this, you may be asking. I debated on whether to post something a little different, but this image captures what I remember most about this encounter. This is a mama skunk with her 4 kits in tow . . .

On a soft, snow February afternoon while giving the fresh snow a quick glance out the window, a red blur and a brown blur caught my eye as they sped across the yard, from the back of our property to the side of our house. By the time I was able to get in position to another window to see what had happened, the red fox had bagged its prey. But not before the hare had put up a fight . . .