The weather got cool this evening. There were hardly any grasshoppers and the crickets' singing filled the air. I can understand why the Native Americans consider Bear's Lodge a sacred place. I could hear the wind blowing through the trees and up to the tower. Gorgeous place.
The sun was still shining when I got to the prairie dog town. I walked the trail around the circumference of the town and on the side by the river, Belle Fouche, these four young robins bounced along the trail in front of me. And they didn't fly off when I caught up with them. When I would take a few steps they would take a few hops. It was so cute. We took turns walking that way for what seemed like a long time. They must have wanted to eat the tasty morsels of bugs in the grass because they would disappear into the tall grass for a second and then reappear. Maybe they thought I was the fifth bird behind them and that I was just a really big one!
In any case, me and my camera (poor grammar, I know) were at one with the birds for a little awhile tonight. What an experience.
2 comments:
They are gorgeous! It must be nice to be able to be 'one' with nature. When I'm in London, I miss the few simple things I took for granted in Bangladesh: the chirping of the birds outside our window, being able to see the stars at night, and swathes of greenery everywhere you look.
Great photo, that sounds like a very beautiful place.
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